Love · Poetry

Falling in…

Eye-Look-From-Broken-Mirror-Images

Would you glance my way if only just for once?
To see the early grave I dug and my stupid stunts?
My mouth is empty of the facts; I know this oh so well
But pain is only gain, that’s why for you I fell.
I fell for you my mother on a broken mirror
I fell for you my father onto something queerer
I fell for love on hopes to fix what’s broken
Yet here I am, fixing all I let him open.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s