She stopped loving me today,
or was it yesterday,
or long ago?
Who can blame her,
me in this way?
What's to love in me,
this broken man?
Just goes to show,
we never know.
Thought this love was
once so real.
It was surely real for me,
and so plain to see,
so where did it go wrong?
Hard to love the monster this created,
not what I wanted for me,
but was I given any choice,
none that I could see.
So, here I monster,
monster me,
as unlovable,
as unlovable can be.
So, I wear this badge of distress,
washed in tears,
polished with regrets.
