We are the broken but whole and though our cracks, they may be deep, do not mistake this for a weakness, for I assure you we are not weak, we will not shatter when shaken, we will not crumble under pressure, our golden standard our own, we are not here for you to measure,
We will rise above expectations, in the depths we do not creep, we do not follow, we are not sheep, we know our value and we are not cheap, for we are the broken but whole, everyone of us unique
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
Empty, hollow, a never ending void, the way you left me feeling when you left my heart destroyed,
Shattered, broken, a mere shell of a man, your actions were so ruthless I simply could not understand,
Lost, anxious, hopelessly depressed, questioning my worth because I gave you nothing but my best,
Shocked, confused, where’s my self respect? I invited all this pain when I accepted this neglect
You didn’t hear me, did you? My face started to shiver, the sky went dark as my hands started to quiver, thunder roared from the skies, my blood ran cold as an icy river
You don’t hear me, do you? I felt my mouth run dry, felt like years gone by since I felt the urge to cry, a single tear dropped from my eye, so much time wasted but yet I still try, you grab my hands, why do I still feel shy, I still love you, but should you ask, I would deny
You won’t hear me, will you? I finally resign, the skies open and the sun begins to shine, warm my blood once more, light the candles to my shrine, my body, my temple, perfect architecture of my design, I don’t need you to notice me, I’ll be just fine
My trauma, my teacher, my motivational speaker, whisperer in my ear, most bias preacher,
Moulded in the harsh environments of life, blackened coal of pressure, suffering and strife,
My trauma, skilled sculptor, you have formed me in your image, with your patriarchal pressures, made part of thy lineage,
Talented builder, your walls hold firm in mind and heart, gatekeeper of vulnerability, your influence present from the start,
My trauma, heartless torturer, yet my best interests considered, cold and unforgiving, hands tied since the beginning
Why do you make me relive the memory, you know how deep it cuts, am I the sucker for punishment, since I set myself up for the punch
Should I have just walked away from you and tried to heal my heart all alone, or should I do what I really want to do and just cut you right back to the bone
My blood runs cold through a heart of stone, everytime that I pick up your phone, I still can’t believe, you chose to deceive, while still telling me I was the one
But somewhere deep I still care for you, there’s a flame there that I can not snuff, you broke all the rules, made us both the fools, left us scrambling for tools trying to fix this,
Gave you all my love, still was not enough, guess the game of love tends to get rough, but I’m thankful too, when it comes to you, just keep showing me how to be tough
Quiet Friday afternoon, the sun will sure be setting soon, ground floor of a cheap motel, an empty man that’s just a shell
Car broke down, it’s somewhere stuck, a broken man down on his luck, all his life a punching bag, discarded like a torn up rag
Trying just to numb the pain, a loaded needle to a vein, he knows it’s not the way to deal, he just can’t cope with how he feels
Turns off the lights and goes to bed, demons dancing through his head, eyes shut he begins to pray, tomorrow brings a better day
You say that you love me, tell me why don’t I feel it, your actions paint a different picture, you try to conceal it
As long as the world sees such a happy pair, why would the world think I’m living in despair
Living in isolation, a cage crafted by me or you, are you the only one to blame, or am I responsible too
Looking back on every day, the things I have allowed, I danced to every tune you played, I tried to make you proud
So maybe it’s my fault aswell for playing your cruel game, but should I leave and not return, you’ll be the one to blame
I stand before you, sweet Valentine, a gaping hole in my chest, naked and vulnerable, the blood falls from my breast
Eyes wide, filled with fear, my heart in my hands, every second a century, I fall to my knees as you stand
Please accept my heart’s tribute, blood soaked offering, you smile, my heart stops, I don’t know what to think
You brush my hair back and raise me up from my knees, you reach in your chest and offer your heart to me
The most carnal exchange, our love story begun, your heart beats within me, two lovers become one
Pandora Poems 