Poems in the Breaking.

Broken.

I'm sad.
Angry, so I wanna be bad.
I'm better than all that.
So I stay hurt and cry.
I'm miserable, sick and hurting inside.

How I loved you. How I do love you.
I'm never going to be the same.
You through that away.
I wish it was true.

I would never cross that line.
Not when your old or not giving me time.
I was always yours and once before you were just mine.

Seems like long ago.
But only few days ago you grabbed up a hoe.
Had me thinking you were the most faithful man in the world.
But I was mistaken, thinking like a little girl.

Things I don't think I'll ever call you again, Angel, booboo, Angel bear, sweaty, my love, my world, my everything, my muse, mi amor.
I'm sure there's more.

I hate hurting you.
I'm just broken.
Love sucks.
But it's you that I have chosen.