Broken

I know it's over before we start talking. I feel the cold on my skin because you don't touch me anymore. I taste the blood in my mouth because you don't kiss me anymore. I stare at the ceiling and stay awake because you don't have your arms around me anymore. You finally tell me you're broken But all I see is a cold, glassy stare You tell me you care But then you push me out the door You say you want to be honest But all I hear is a tale as old as time And with each word another piece of me breaks With each breath, another sliver of my soul withers With each embrace, another part of my body starts to shiver. I keep blaming myself for your behaviour But then I realize it's just that - 'yours' I am still 'me' and 'I' can be whole again 'I' can fall apart but 'I' can get back up too 'I' can cry but 'I' can smile too 'I' will change and flourish, become better, but you... you will never have me again - for that, you are indeed broken.