• Broken

    Here he comes
    Flawless, perfect
    There I go
    empty , broken.
    He said he loved me
    over and over again
    but it seems to me
    he had bumped his head
    i've been crushed by him
    too many times
    I lost count at sixty-five
    I see him there , smiling
    pretending.
    Here he goes
    starting again
    "I love you"
    he whispers
    I shake my head
    I'm over his lies
    Here I go again
    smirking and happy