Broken men are my poison
You said that something was just missing
That it could be me or it could be entirely you
So my mind ran with the idea that it was me
My mind round and round for any small clue
My fault, my unworthiness
That kept you at bay
I blamed it all on me because I didn't want to see the faults in you, as reasons why you didn't want to stay
Your un-emotional bullshit
No capability to go deeper for a love
No interest in anything that I was fond of
Your cruelness for a joke, on its own it stood
Your inability to love someone who's decent and good
Your avoidance of attachment to anything that isn't toxic
It's so fucking ironic
How broken one man can be
Seems impossible that you couldn't even see
What this was doing to me
The constant gnawing
The instant regret
I never thought that this day would come
And that I'd wish we'd never met
YOU ARE READING
Broken men are my poison
PoetryWhen someone breaks you so many times that you finally let go
