She broke my heart into so many pieces
That all I could see scattered around
Were these red shards, as they were
Lying there, waiting to be found.
I have often wondered as to why
She felt the need to treat me so badly.
Was I too kind, too gentle, too romantic?
I recall her well, not fondly, but sadly.
My angst encompass all of my being,
I still miss her, miss her so very much.
Lost and alone I forever remain.
I am devoid, blank from the loss of her touch.

04/11/2005

Author's Note: ... old angst.....

Posted on 05/26/2009
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