I’m Too Young to be This Broken

I’m too young to be this broken.

Too young to already have my heart inhabited by the harsh realities of the world.

To have the crippling fear of opening up to people.

What’s the point of letting them in only for them to light a match and set it ablaze.

Forever only knowing of goodbyes unspoken.

All the promises left broken.

Each “I love you” ending with “I’m sorry but this is just not working.”

Always too quick to forgive when the roots are still charred.

Even though I know they’ve gone too far.

Bitter coffee covers that taste of regrets,

Knitted sweaters counseling the deterioration of the girl who doesn’t know what’s going to happen next.

I want to be open.

I want to love.

I want to believe in something more, something bigger than where my thoughts have soared.

But I’m broken and I can’t go back to the way it was before.