Broken Wings - a poetry collection

On What I Thought was Love

You left me lying on the floor
Nothing more
Than a broken door
I'm like a flag
Or a broken feather
Flying through the wind
Or a page with bloodlines
Scared ink
From a forgotten time
I'm a fucking mess
And you don't give a damn
You just slam-
-ed a door in my face
Left me without a trace
I won't sing your God-damn name
I hate your face
And here we are again
Trying to remind
Myself how I
Could waste two years
On what I thought was love.