Poetry ~ Broken Rusted

A relationship broken crusted.


Spring is rusted.
Gone, we trusted.

These gears weren’t busted.
How did we become so crusted?

Broken rotten corpse,
of things before…

Tears dried the gears.
Re-broken heart is rusted.


From where did I spring?
Trusted, crusted, forever busted.

So pure.
So rusted.

Tried to mend,
machine fucking wrecked.

Truth found so feared.
I was the one… so broken rusted.