Damaged Goods

She’s not in love with me

anymore

I don’t make her laugh

no longer see that look

of understanding

or even that she cares

I’ve a knife in my gut

every time I dream of her

It’s been over a year since we spoke

I can still feel her hair between my fingers

Still see the blue in her eyes

The way they once saw me

The ache in my gut has faded

but the scar remains

deep inside me

It’s hard to love like that again

I don’t know if I can

With my reflection I wonder

Am I obviously broken?

Do you see the crack down my chest?

Would you want me now?