Why do I continue to
apologize
for you broken promises
and half lies?Recognize that I am
Broken
because of you-
scars open.I feel like a jacket
discarded
on the floor
broken hearted.I was the jacket
worn
for only an hour then
thrown.I
I am what you toss aside
I am what you bury deep
I am what you ignore
What you disregard
What you leave
What you hateI am apparently
Nothing
To you
YOU ARE READING
The brain is a machine
PoetryThe brain is a machine when fed creativity Let it paint us a picture