Broken
All my life I have measured People's brokenness I have seen it in their tired faces Awaiting for the day to end Before the sun has risen. I have seen it in the way they smile How their eyes mourn death While their lips curl with effort. I have seen it in the way you look At me, so apologetic yet unable To show me the real you. I remember praying to go back To the time when broken was Just a word, a poet's secret muse, a slight lining that kept art beautiful. But life tastes like poison when the Emotions you have only felt through Look-through screens of other people lives suddenly starts feeling you up, Letting you know it's real. With time, humans break with time, humans grow With time, we'll remain broken And with time, we'll learn to live again.