Broken People

Broken people 

Are your specialty.

That is why 

You loved me.

I was your project

For a short time.

Until you fixed me to the point 

Where if you left, I’d be just fine.

I was fine.

I was fine without you.

I was even better with him,

But you got jealous of his upgraded tools.

So you poked and you poked

At all my sensitive spots

Until I finally broke

And with that, three hearts.

Broken people

Are your specialty.

That is why

You need to see

The broken one is you,

You lost your heart.

Quit using people,

It’s a good place to start.