Laying with my heart wide open, trying to understand your words spoken. You tell me to accept your token, but here I am, bent and broken.
Looking back into our past, I thought that we would always last. But then you ripped my heart wide open, and here I lie, bent and broken.
You aren’t a simple love was lost, It was my heart your facade cost. But there were much too few words spoken, so here I lie, bent and broken.
And as I dig in my well-bent mind, I’m going to have to leave you behind. A million apologies you could have boughten; Too late. I’ll always be bent and broken.
This is the very first poem that I've ever written that rhymes. Just to let that be known.