You Broke Me

By E.B. Keane-Farrell

I hate it when you’re there

Always giving me that glare.

I know that you’re looking at me,

Talking about me,

Saying things you shouldn’t be.

I always hear your voice in my ears,

Things that ought to remain unheard.

I can’t stand when you’re around;

I want to run you into the ground.

I don’t know why you get that way

Every time I see you it gets worse.

Your looks, your words

Are very terse.

You broke me,

You choke me

When I see you staring.

I hate it when you look at me

And you try to make me cry.

Sometimes I want to take a knife

And watch you die.

What happened back then?

In that sweet blissful time

When we were so close

We seemed to rhyme.

Our existences, on the same plane,

Touched to a rhythm

Of unsealed pain.

But something happened –

Was it you, or was it me? –

Something happened in the past

That I don’t think you quite get.

The reason I can’t stand you

Is because I love you.