Too Broken to be Normal

He looked at me with those tired eyes,

Said, “I’ve tried to love you, but I realize

You don’t know peace, you don’t know still,

You’re always fighting battles uphill.”

I felt his words like a bitter sting,

Like the truth I’d been avoiding finally took wing.

He said, “You’ve been through too much, you’re scarred too deep,

And I can’t be the one who helps you sleep.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him he’s wrong,

But deep in my heart, I’ve known all along.

“You’re right, I don’t know what normal feels like,

I’ve been running in circles, chasing light.

Too broken to fit in a quiet life,

Too lost to ever make it right.

Your words cut deep because they’re true,

Maybe I’m too broken for someone like you.”

He said, “I need someone who knows how to stay,

Who doesn’t turn every sunrise gray.

Your heart’s too heavy, your soul’s too wild,

And I can’t keep loving this wounded child.”

I tried to speak, but the words got stuck,

Because everything he said, I knew in my gut.

I wear my pain like it’s second skin,

And I don’t know how to let love in.

I saw him slipping, like sand through my hands,

And I finally started to understand.

“You’re right, I don’t know what normal feels like,

I’ve been running in circles, chasing light.

Too broken to fit in a quiet life,

Too lost to ever make it right.

Your words cut deep because they’re true,

Maybe I’m too broken for someone like you.”

I’ve carried my past like a weight too large,

A life of chaos, it’s been in charge.

And maybe love was never meant for me,

Maybe normal’s just a fantasy.

But I wish I could’ve held on tight,

To the love he offered, to the fading light.

But he needed peace, and I couldn’t pretend,

To be someone whole, someone he could depend.

Now I’m left with the truth he left behind,

A mirror reflecting a fractured mind.

If I can’t fix myself, who will?

The silence grows louder, the world stands still.

“You’re right, I don’t know what normal feels like,

I’ve been running in circles, chasing light.

Too broken to fit in a quiet life,

Too lost to ever make it right.

Your words cut deep because they’re true,

Maybe I’m too broken for someone like you.”

So I’ll gather the pieces of who I’ve been,

And try to find where I begin.

Too broken for normal, too wild to tame,

But still searching for someone who’ll stay the same.

Your words cut deep because they’re true,

But maybe I’ll find someone who’s broken too.