Broken Things
Broken Things
When I am you, I’m not myself
And to you, all I have are broken things
But this view
Limits you
In black and white, my eyes aren’t blue
When I am me, you aren’t yourself
And my broken things aren’t good enough
But when you see
My victory
In spite, you still look down on me
Nothing’s ever really broken
Except the promises we make
Unfulfilled intent
Itemless event
Running into emptiness
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2012
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