emc poetry

Stupid of me to assume

you’d fall for me

when my heart is so broken

even I gave up on the stitches.

You’re like a first spring,

as refreshing as warm air

after icy winter winds

kept me in the cold.

For some reason I find you fascinating

because you’re so sure of yourself

and I wonder what’s it’s like

to be so broken inside

and yet be so bold to the world.

You hide it well, but I can still

see through the walls you crafted.

Cause just like mine,

you’ve stopped keeping up with the cracks

and let the light shine in.

-emc