the broken man

somehow i grieve a broken man who tried to break me

unwittingly

he knew no better

he meant no harm

and i wanted to save him from himself

but he cut me out on all sides possible and when i still didn’t want to leave

he used his hands as daggers

my heart as target

i was forced to flee

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

 

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