Irreparably Broken

                                                                                        Art by Waseka Nahar

                               

                            Irreparably Broken
                                    
                                                by Howard M-B Maximus

Consciously falling helplessly, ‘cause I love when you catch me.

My eyes; a pair of beautiful brown fountains, ‘cause I love how you comfort me.

I am irreparably broken; so much more than just feeling blue;

And in my poor world, there’s a shortage of tape; there’s a shortage of glue.

Wandering in the dark wilds, ‘cause I love when you find me;

Chopping myself apart, ‘cause I love how you mend me;

But I am irreparably broken; so much more than just feeling blue;

And in my poor world, there’s a shortage of tape, there’s a shortage of glue.

Maybe I should die; I’d love how you mourn me;

Or maybe piece by piece, I should just let you fix me,

Oh never mind, I am irreparably broken; so much more than just feeling blue;

And in my poor world, there’s a shortage of tape, there’s a shortage of glue.