Broken/things & people 9/30
Aren’t they the same
The ability to break what
doesn’t
did
belong to you
Dehumanize the intention of their purpose
Degenerate the love that took to formulate
Deconstruct it’s wholeness
Forgetting the warmth felt that very first time
Ignore all the joy they brought
Placing your sharp edges against their softness, sincerity, openness
Weren’t those abandoned and starved
left
To disintegrate
disconnected Venn diagrams
me
you
The essence slowly whisking away from its sightless soul
Erasing memories of laughter and satiation
They filled your hungry once
both are left
ravaged, devoid, and hungry
A person once, now an unpossessed broken thing
