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Kenneth Fairfield Jr
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poet/songwriter/student
"broKEN"
broKEN's breaking me in two
I'm broken in two over you
I don't know what to do
Half of me likes you and half of me
Wants you to disappear
Half of me wants to live alone in fear
That's too many halves to make one whole
Half of me is stable, half is losing control
So before my other half returns
I want to let you know
That I love you, He hates you
That I love you, He loves no one
I love you, No you don't
I do
He has to break up with friends
Because he doesn't have a lover
He wants to write break up songs
Without venturing in to the fire
I'm more confused than you can possibly be
It could be worse, I could be broken in three
No matter how many there are of me
Half will always love you
My guitar is broken, my voice breaks
My piano's out of tune, my mind leaks
And boils and bakes and cakes on the inside
Of my skull, drowning in a lake of fire
Ken gets hired, broKEN gets fired
Ken gets hiredm broKEN gets fired
I repeat I repeat I repeatedly repeat myself
And screw myself out of everything I want
Ken earns the money, broKEN spends it
broKEN abuses, Ken wakes in strange places
broKEN uses all of Ken's faces
Ken tries to hide, but broKEN's inside him
Plotting his next broken, evil deed
Ken doesn't want what broKEN needs
Ken chokes on what broKEN feeds
He's looking half-heartedly for a cure to this disease
But broKEN takes control of the keys
And leads him astray
broKEN mostly comes out at night
Forcing Ken to sleep all day
broKEN is slowly taking over
Forcing Ken and his friends away
I find it hard to understand
Why anyone would like me
I look in the mirror and see a broken man
Waiting there inside me
We wrote this together, sometimes we agree
If broKEN disappeared, would my life become boring?
I'd kill him, but I'd be killing me
I'd embrace him, but he's so ugly
I'd forget him, but he'd remember me
I'd fight him, but he'd beat me
I'd make fun of him, but he'd just laugh at me
Hopefully the weed won't devour the flower
Maybe someday my mind will be mine and not "ours"
broKEN's Genres: Poetry, Song-writing
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