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I Wasn’t Broken Until I Let Everybody Know

For every syllable I heave, a teardrop trickles off my chin
Rippling between the lines where the ink had once been
But as my veins strangle my heart, I let go of my pen
Losing sight of you in a blurry memory, an ice cold distance

I wasn’t broken until I let everybody know
They thought, they said “Bobby’s got such a heart of gold,
He fixes the world from his window”
Excited with the notion they might not be alone

I’m ripping down pages from my calendar
And just see tiny sarcastic reminders of
How I got through the last few months without speaking to you once

When I think of you, I do my best
Throw your heavy heart into my sorry head
Stomp on it like overstuffed garbage
What hurts the most is that I let everything else in
And I make sure the one thought that’s killing me,
Is the one that never leaves.

I stopped calling you for a week or two with the fear I got you sick
So you stayed away for four months straight, a lovely advantage
I fell unto my door pulling at the knob to greater sin
But while scratching at the thought of you, I left it wide open.

Being back home again, I guess it’s got its perks
I could bleed at my convenience and no one has to know it hurts
And when I smile the devils dance around my eyes alert
No tickets, passports, suitcases; just their poison on my shirt

I’m ripping out pages from the book you let me read
I found the business card with your words I still don’t believe
I don’t know how I got through the last four months without your eyes on me

When I think of you, I do my best
Throw your heavy heart into my sorry head
Stomp on it like overstuffed garbage
What hurts the most is that I let everything else in
And I make sure the one thought that’s killing me,
Is the one that never leaves.

For every syllable I heave, a teardrop trickles off my chin
Rippling between the lines where the ink had once been
But as my veins strangle my heart, I let go of my pen
Losing sight of you in a blurry memory, an ice cold distance

I wasn’t broken until I let everybody know it.
I wasn’t broken until I let everybody know it.



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Jaqueline said...
Jun. 14, 2012 at 11:06 pm:
The first stanza is...breathtaking. 
 
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JustJess said...
May 3, 2012 at 6:21 pm:
Wowww. I want to hug you.
 
Jaqueline replied...
Jun. 14, 2012 at 11:07 pm :
Aw. Me too. 
 
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