Br                  Broken Poems

                 Many things have been we cried

                 Many things have been we laughed

                 Many things have been we shared

                           And now what?

                           You have nothing to offer me, no intellect, no skill,

                           nothing in my heart I wish you instill

                 You ignore my flaws, while your own disappear,

                 out of my sight, leaving me feeling so queer

                 I feel myself  falling

       

                           I want to be gone, cut off form your world

                           I don’t want to love you again

                           We’re done and enough up here