Broken heart emo


The Beautifully Broken


The scar on your collarbone,
The dimple on your left cheek.
The brightness in your eyes,
And your sweet soft melancholy smile.

Your messy, black hair,
My arms wrapped around your neck.
My feet on your toes,
Your arms around my waist.
Your laughter a gentle melody,
As we glide across the floor.

I love tracing the stardust on the thin line near the corner of your mouth.
You never slept peacefully;
You would toss and turn every night,
And mumble in your sleep.
Worry wrinkles straining your forehead.

She broke you but you would never admit it.
Not because of denial, but because you didn't want to hurt me.
'I'm fine, my love'. You would say and kiss the top of my head.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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