Not Bent, Just Broken

You once were soft, 
long before a time i remember,
only now to be cold, hard, and jagged
your rough edges bruising the inside of my ribs.

I remember the way your eyes once lit up,
your eyes glowed green like a street light
but you were always in the fast lane
and I wanted to enjoy the view.
But you were focused on the destination
And I the journey

I remember sitting on the rivers edge
your silhouette against the reflective fog
even when wearing neon yellow
you seemed dark, almost forbidding
But I was intrigued
and quite blind

I remember the sensation of falling
and landing hard on the ground
only to have your arms wrap around me
purely for your own comfort
but i didn’t mind 
no matter how hard it hurt
because that’s what friends are for
right?

I was left battered perhaps even broken
everyone else saw, except myself 
because I was there for you
and that’s what mattered to me

But the night your wrists were stained red
I was at the other end of the line
trying to make sure you were okay
although I knew you never were

I tried to give you all I was
although I wasn’t enough
but I was always there for you
and that’s what matters
right?