Break, breaking, broken

They say that the cracks

In our mind make us broken 

But really they’re our attempts at escape

They say the cracks 

In our hearts should not be spoken of but

These are the cracks that make us break

Break, breaking, broken

2 thoughts on “Break, breaking, broken

    1. Ahh I see you’re still reading my poems:) thank you it means a lot, it’s so flattering to think that a person would stick around and read my work ^^ and yes I see where you’re coming from, I guess in an odd way boredom itself could be a type of insanity

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