My Heart Is a Broken Record
My Heart Is A Broken Record
Have you ever tried to play a record that was all scratched up? You place it on the player and the sound coming out is so rough
The needle scratches over the groove embedded deep inside, and the music doesn’t sound the same no matter how hard you try
The music starts to play and then it starts to skip a beat, and then comes another and another, it plays on repeat
Saying the same words over and over again, until you finally must turn it off because you can’t stand the sounds in your head
My heart is like this record it’s all scratched up inside, and when someone tries to love it all that can be heard are the lies
All the scratches, all the pain that is been placed upon this heart, all the memories embedded inside that has torn it apart
There is no music left to hear anymore, my heart stopped playing music the day you walked out the door
My heart just keeps skipping beats and playing the same sound on repeat, the sound of me screaming out your name begging you not to leave.
This poem is from my book titled Sew Up My Heart available for purchase on Amazon and on Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
Copyright © Amanda Kinzer | Year Posted 2019
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