The Broken

 What can be said about the past, save that it did not last?
Girls dated and they left fast, but none do I miss but one.
What can be said save that it is finished? But love lives.

The world gives the cat a bone, the world now placed be in the right zone;
       Speedy wheels placed upon my feet, I so found my home!
The treat that I had found! A beautiful body, but was this a trick?

Tears now wash my shirt, for the love was so great, so needed.
The door I no longer feared, the exit I made.
                                 My heart no longer feared, she had freed it.

The cat in me had it's milk, but had not felt the sickness.
A diet of a beautiful girl, it does have it's pain.
Soon I would hurt.

Agoraphobia cured, I had found new places in her arms.
How I miss looking at her, how I wish I still knew her!
We rolled along, we had much fun then, I truely loved.

How did I not know it was love? How did I let her go?
Her young face, her beautiful body, her perfect personality?
How did I let her take the path of destruction?

Harmless fun it was for me, but she was too young.
A child seeking love, but I did not know.
I loved her, how I wish I had known.

A puff of poison, her fun soon would destroy her.
Her love became her poison, drugs became her cure.
She made me who I am, but destroyed her perfection.

Oh, how I loved her; oh, how I am broken.
Oy vey, the cost of being blind!
I am the broken!