Broken Path

by C Cattaway   Oct 13, 2018


I don't know how, or why I do,
But here I am again,
Making all the same mistakes,
And shouldering the blame.

Time is never good to me;
Too fat, too old, too grey.
So when I cry I don't feel loved,
I mean those words I say!

If we were ever meant to be,
Then wouldn't we have been?
Did we really think that now
Is our time, if we've seen

Too many broken hearts, between us,
Or our paths kept crossing
Only to never head the same way,
Leading us to nothing?

Did you really think you'd lose me,
When our life as friends
Seemed to break before your eyes,
When I met other men?

I promised I would never leave,
Yet still you pushed away,
Then cried, and drank your worries clear,
But promised me your day.

And I believed each word you said!
How foolish I had been.
You simply didn't want to share!
How little did I mean?

My goodness, haven't I been caught,
Elaborately snared,
To get trapped by your hopeful lies,
Convincing me you cared.

You think, by giving up your flat,
I owe you, now, my home?
Yet you don't seem to realise that
I'm not scared, here alone!

If you push because you're so sure
That everybody leaves,
Then no, it's because you've not cared,
And that you can believe!

I don't owe you a room; a home.
Not when you've led me on.
I gave you every part of me,
But still you did me wrong.

I only ever seem to cry.
I've forgotten how to laugh.
I tried to hold your hand, but I
Can't fix your broken path!

Copyright C Cattaway 2018

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