Broken
You broke my heart like a skinned knee
That classic childhood injury
Born from freedom and reckless youth
Thin lines of scars remain as proof
Layered scrapes and overlapping bruises
A girl determined to do as she chooses
Now a slight ache with each step I take
Reminds me of you, and what we’ve been through
You broke my heart like a paper cut
Seemingly minor, but anything but
One quick sharp slice once I let you in my life
And now all that remains is ridiculous pain
Such a thin line of blood, drops don’t even fall
But with a flex of my hand or a crook of my finger
The pain flares up again from where it silently lingers
You broke my heart like a sprained wrist
No cast or plaster will actually fix
Not debilitating, just excrutiating
Can’t write or read or drive or sleep
Without feeling the pain that’s buried so deep
It shouldn’t hurt so bad
It shouldn’t hurt at all
But pieced together with bolts and pins
Is the only way to begin again