Not (in need of a better title)

I'm not broken.
You're the one who's
shattering light-bulbs
so I can't read at night, and
screaming into the black,
as if you can push it back.
You can't push it back.

I'm not broken.
I'm thrilling your needs and
fulfilling your wants,
but somehow I'm still as empty
as those conch shells that you find on the beach;
the ones that play the sounds of the ocean,
but contain nothing.

I'm not broken.
I'm merely waiting, like a scrap of
organza amongst a sea of pleather;
the kind that only comes in onyx.
I do not deny that you clipped my wings,
I just refuse to accept that I
have been beaten beyond repair.

WINGS!

<3 Beautiful piece like always, Ed. I love the little formattings you add throughout . . . everything stands out in a very good way. :3

Yes, wings. Every time I write something with wings in it, I think of you xD
Go little formatings! 8D They're just to add emphasis, and then the verse below it speaks more from the point of view with that word emphasized.
Did that make any sense? xD
And thank you <3

Great job! And maybe you could call it "I'm Not Broken"? I don't know.

Awesome.

Perfect sense.

Swelcome. x3