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Broken

Broken

Is it my fault that I crack when you strip my shell down more and more?
It wasn’t me who had broken myself.
Did I cry when you needed me?
I usually sucked up to the comments you made about the girls you made, but when I heard 
we were better friends, I was broken.
Were you this hurt when I didn’t text back because I dreamt what would happen if we did 
what fate decided?
I watched the phone with every passing moment hoping you would be as eager as I was.
Did you see my tears after we talked?
The tears I shed when I saw you with other girls, one’s that had broken me.
When I talk and you didn’t answer on the phone, were you think about a different girl?
I thought you could hear my sadness of my heart beat when I felt myself become broken.
Did you see my hands tear the pictures we had?
The pictures became broken and shredded just like the relation we have.
Did you see the despair in my eye when I cried for your help?
When I ran away to our secret place and cried for you to be there with me today because I 
was broken.
When I saw that girl in our secret spot did she replace me?
I ran away screaming at you that you were horrible hoping you would feel broken, but 
instead you shrugged your shoulders.
Did you see me trip and fall helplessly?
I saw my hurt and how broken I was, but I didn’t cry for you help this time.
Do I even mean anything to you?
I asked myself that, wanting to know before I was completely broken.
Did you hear the steps I made trying to get closer to you at school?
I felt the push which you meant, you pushed with everything on the string that held me from 
being broken.
Did I cry?
I held it in since I was nothing, but broken now.
Did you see my blood that spilt on the cement?
The little piece of life went with that broken heart which had fell with that blood.
Was I another puppet you threw away when you were done?
I maybe old, but I wasn’t broken just yet.
Can I walk without my puppet master guiding me?
I will try to walk with my broken strings, which you had tangled.

Copyright © Bridget Lee | Year Posted 2009

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