“Have you ever broken a bone?”
Being human is not easy;
people are walking around
with bonafide hurts, bodies full
of rotting bones all crumbling.
They home bonafide hearts
pieced together with broken parts,
piercing, poking and mocking them.
Things that can build you and
people that are meant to love
cause these fractures and tear
down wholly structures.
Things like words: filling you
up and same words break you down.
Break your spirit, break your bones,
break the very structure of your heart
you never knew are held together like bones.
And the people who break, oh the people,
they are the bonafide havers,
have their way with you, leaving
a trail of broken bones and a
train of broken lovers. So…
So I’ll be her bonafide lover
be her crown not the rot
breaking her bones.
Being human is not easy.
Empress of Bookingham 