I lay awake
while the world sleeps.
I try to pick up
all the pieces of
my always broken heart.
The sad thing is
I am the one
who keeps breaking it.
I keep hiding my feelings
for fear of rejection.
I also let people
I think I love
slip through my fingers,
because I feel
I may hurt them
or that they deserve
someone less broken than me.
I try to put
my heart back together.
But it never
heals completely.
I want to be loved,
but who can ever
love someone as broken
as me?