Rebecca Perkins
Broken Love
Your presence is no more,
Yet still you trespass on my heart.
You tread across each chamber,
Breaking my wounded soul apart.
My love for you is bruised,
A tender black and blue;
And now it bleeds a steady flow,
As I forget all I thought I knew.
Your absence stings like needles,
A series of sutures aimed to heal.
My thoughts of you and me are bandaged.
I lay numb and cannot feel.
Weeks pass as I recover,
And my wounds fade into scars.
Yet still I’m a prisoner of our love,
A cellmate trapped behind steel bars.
My only option of escape
Is to give love a second chance,
To garner up the strength,
To keep moving at life’s dance.
Though hurt I am and missed you are,
I am not giving in.
Although I may feel broken now,
I’ve learned life’s quitters never win.