MINE

Mine is the back that hurts.

Mine is the soul that's crumbled.

Mine is the face, fallen

into despair

over the sate of the world

and your smile

or the lack thereof.

Mine are the crushed carnations.

Mine are the shattered bones.

Mine are the broken promises

made sincerely

but too quickly forgotten.

Mine is a life best forgotten.

Mine is a hope gone for years.

Mine is a sorrow

so long experienced

so long carried

so long kept.

Mine is a cursed lot

for it is not shared by you.