Poems

As I am Broken

As I am broken I stop and think

What has made me this way

Was it me?

With my easy smiles and my fluttering laugh

Or was it you?

With your staring eyes and your too warm hands

Was it her?

The friend that was supposed to protect me but turned away

Or was it him?

Who congratulated you on a job well done

But in the end I do not place blame

On any of the above

Because surely you did not know

That I would end up broken

But as I am broken

I wonder why...