"Scattered"

I thought I was whole,

I thought I loved him.

I didn't think of my soul;

It would later turn dim.

I knew in my heart

I felt a great pain.

But we couldn't be apart,

Not even in shame.

As the days swept by,

The pain became dull.

I tried not to cry,

But the tears fell in full.

And so we both knew

It would never be sane

It was way overdue

That our bond was vain.

 

The pain left my mind,

Scattered

My heart,

Scattered

My dignity,

Scattered

My whole life,

Scattered.

 

Once the bruises began to fade,

I knew where I could go.

To a place I once laid,

A place called home.

I could brighten my soul,

And fix my scattered mess.

Because I can only be whole

While at my very best.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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