broken

Complications are starting again,
With my patience about to die.
I’m terrified if I can make this work,
But it might work if I try.
 
My mind won’t quiet down
It’s deciphering my guilt.
It’s trying to mend the cracks inside,
Throughout the concrete pain I’ve built.
 
There’s a chance it could be fixed,
A solution too good to be true.
I just have to let the past be the past
And stop suffering from this Déjà vu.
 
Like a riddle that’s impossible to solve
I struggled long and hard,
To let my significant other keep walking
Because broken I am and fallen and scarred.
 

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