Poems and Poetry

Broken | A Poem by Ashley Morgan

There are so many things in this life beyond my grasp. Dreams,
aspirations, expectations I had for the future that just never could
have been realized. I am a dreamer. You knew this from the beginning.
And you were a wanderer – you loved deeply, but that love was
flawed. Just as I am flawed. I am broken.

Like the toy that is thrown aside when something shiny and new comes
along, you kept me because perhaps deep down you really needed me, but
you did not appreciate me. I am the beaten and battered toy from so
many tumbles into the back of your mind. And I am broken.

My flaws are real, there is no one on this earth that is perfect. But
imperfect as I may be, I loved you with as much that any person could
give another. I sat by you through bad times and relished in the good.
I tried my best to fix myself along the way, to pick up the broken
pieces of my heart, to give you as much love as I could. Yet in the
end, I remain broken.

As unhealthy as this love may be, I need you. You are the glue that
keeps the pieces together and you are the hammer that rips them apart.
Each time I shatter the pieces scatter farther, taking more and more
time to find. Will you be there to find the pieces to fix my broken
heart or will you again disappear to leave me blind in the dark? I am
still broken.


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