You’re a little bit broken,
I’m a little bit sad.
Not shattered.
Not devastated.
Just fractured.
Our edges no longer align,
There are gaps where we were once connected.
You’re a little bit broken,
I’m a little bit sad.
You carry the weight of a past that lingers,
A history that shapes your present.
Scars.
Lessons learned.
A shadow over your joy.
I hold the remnants of a faded dream,
An echo of what could have been.
A lingering ache.
A what if?
A quiet melancholy that permeates my days.
You’re a little bit broken,
I’m a little bit sad.
The space is liminal,
The vulnerability shared.
Are we searching for solace?
A way to mend the fracture?
You’re a little bit broken,
I’m a little bit sad.
Is this a tragedy?
Or is this fragile hope?