Broken Man
I thought love was a broken man,
but what I didn’t understand,
is that lovers walk down a lonely road,
and they don’t walk hand in hand.
I thought he was a golden boy,
that he had his life all planned,
but all he had in his pockets
was emptiness and sand.
When he walked away from me,
my soul broke in two.
I hadn’t seen that his eyes
were empty through and through.
So he took away the piece of my soul
that he had cut loose
and I was left standing there,
with scars of bitter truth.
With my love
he took away
the pieces of my youth,
that my parents had left in my care,
there were too few to share.
I thought love was a broken man
but what I didn’t understand,
is that lovers walk down a lonely road,
and they don’t walk hand in hand.
This poem is a part of my collection on heart break. It is written to be sung as a blues or folk song. I played with musicality and rhythm in my writing process and wanted to leave plenty of space to breathe and sit with the words. The song takes the listener through the experience of realizing loving a broken person who you try to fix is not as romantic as it seems, and when they don’t want to be fixed, they have the power to take much from us.