love anew

I’m the definition of broken—

I no longer disguise myself

Behind the false pretense of “put together”.

She wakes,

I sleep, dead among the living.

The sun seems indifferent to my plea.

It will take a little long,

to heal these broken wounds

to gather up the pieces you took inside my womb.

I hope it’s not too late to love you,

to mold you and to shape you.

I hope it’s not too late to love you,

To someday start anew.