In love with me?



It is one thing to have a broken heart,

it is another to break one,

for once I am not curled up,

under the covers

crying into a pillow,

clawing at my chest,

but confused,

as to how me,

how I,

could inflict,

could break a heart,

could be worth a heartbreak,

for I did not intend to do this to you,

what could you have possibly seen in me?

it is a conundrum, I cannot understand

I cannot see what it is you see,

that is worth loving