Broken Words
His presence was like the screeching
From someone scraping a fingernail
Down a blackboard
But I would miss him despite it all
He wasn’t the one for me really
He was tempted by drink
And women and anything that
Wasn’t a reality in his life
His life is filled with lost moments
And lost causes because he
Doesn’t give in to the need to be
Responsible and caring
He said he loved me with his heart
But it was a love for what it brought
When I gave to him all that I had
And didn’t take anything back
He was afraid to really open up
No one knew what he was
Because he only showed his mask
Of joy and kindness and no grief
Grief was a part of his deepest heart
It wound around his soul creating
A wound that wouldn’t heal or scar
Because it was continually reopened
He was a liar with all that he said
No promises whispered that were fulfilled
He didn’t want anyone to see the real man
The one who had problems deeper than sin
And, sometimes, some ways, I miss him
Even though I never once believed in him
I could not because he was a broken word
That refused to be spoken or written down
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