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