BROKENNESS  

I lost my sky under you

With clouds constantly threatening

My peace of mind

Scattered memories

Burned my scarred heart

Pieces of it

Floating in a cold, cold river

Filled with dark mucus, brown shit

And old dull knives.

No sugar,

Honey or ice teas

No home cooked meals

Made from love

No long walks in the city,

Holding, sweet loving hands.

Just cold silence

Torn emotions

Ripped bleeding soul

My lip bitten a thousand times

No sweetness

From your mouth

Just darkness

This hard sadness

Weighing me down

As I crawl on my belly

Reaching through this hell

Dirt in my eyes

As I realized

There is no more us

No more trust

Just time to go.

I gotta recover my soul

(c) 2016 by Mocha Sistah