Broken Boys

They leave messy trails behind them,
physically and emotionally;
the boys who break hearts

The empty love that wafted
so effortlessly off their lips
and into the mouths of the unassuming;
they whispered reassurances
during moments of weakness,
only to break said promises later
Their actions show that their words carried no weight

They lash out in fits of anger and break things;
to show strength,
to release the ugly energy
They break up homes and come from broken homes

Capable of breaking others, they manipulate;
the smart ones find the right woman
and break her too,
because ‘strong women need to be broken’

Is there hope for the broken boys who’ve lost their way?
Those who carry the stench of darkness
and wear it like a badge of honor –
an undercurrent that runs so deep

You almost feel bad for them
Unlike you,
they have the bravery to act on their brokenness
You hide from yours and bury your inner torments
then you feel sorry for yourself,
because you’re broken too
and that’s what broken people do.

Pic taken by me at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

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