
You Leave Me Broken
You leave me broken, not in halves
but in thin slivers no one sees
I smile through glass that cuts my mouth
I speak, but never what I mean
You held my name like it was yours
and dropped it where the silence grew
now every room I walk into
still echoes like it once knew you
You leave me waiting, hands undone
the coffee cold, the curtains drawn
the chair you sat in holds its breath
as if it aches to feel your form
I counted steps you’ll never take
I watched the night refuse to end
the clock keeps time like it’s a game
but not one I know how to win
You leave me broken, edge to edge
not shattered, just worn down too thin
a whisper caught beneath the tongue
a story with no place to begin

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (3)
You got to start somewhere with whatever you are planning or working through, and this poem suggests that. Good job.
Very nice, Marie. 😊😊
good work