The Lonely and the Loved

b r e a k

The word break ...
It can mean so many things,
And has so many definitions,
A word so commonly used for expression
Yet doesn't cover what I want to say

You constantly break my heart
Over and over, endlessly, tirelessly
Only caring for a fleeting moment
Then slipping into your old favorite sins again

Try as I might, I cannot break the pattern
Like mother, like daughter I suppose
Maybe I should have known all along

Continually breaking me down into pieces
Will I ever be whole again?

b r e a k

Your blows may not break skin
But the slice my soul deep

Broken is she, reckless is he
Don't you know how to be gentle?
My being reminds you it is fragile

Never once did I try to break my fall
Eyes closed, head first
Hopelessly, helplessly
Only doubting myself, never you

What's done is done
But the future is coming
Another chance to do my own breaking
Maybe it's time to take a break from you,
My most skilled breaker

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Technique attempted: free verse I suppose, but focused more on the line numbers in the pattern of 5432 1 2345