He is mine.
He belongs to me.
You cannot claim a man that has enough pain for you and the rest of the world,
He is too broken.
And you are not the woman to fix him.
He is mine.
Simply because he wants to be,
Because he knows with there is not a judgement that could diminish him in my eyes.
He knows that I am just as broken,
And unloved as he.
He does not wish to be yours.
You are not the woman to mend him,
You cannot fix something that is ready perfection.
But even perfection struggled to be perfect.
You cannot wipe say the tears that he's cried for years now,
They are impossible to wipe away.
Those tears carried him to me in a river filled with sorrow and emptiness.
You cannot fix something that wishes to be broken.
He is mine.
Mine to be loved.
Mine to hold.
Mine to distract when the pain starts to fill his body.
Mine.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
詩歌A book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
