Broken I be

I think I may be broken.
No tears.
No anger.
No love.
What is love?
I do not even know.
Not the love of a mother for her child.
Nor for the love shared by siblings.
I mean romantic love.
Where birds fly in heart shaped formation…..
squirrels
blue jays
woodland creatures
live in harmony.
Fairy tale fantasy.
That is not what I want.
To be honest
I have an idea
it just does not translate.
I know what I do not want:
Prince Charming
Knight in shining armour.
I want:
Jester
Knave to keep.
How though do I love?
This is such a dilemma
for I want to love
want to care
but
I am Broken.
March 15/19

Enough

Hallowed eyes
silent screams
there are times 
when death would be preferable.
When one’s confidence
belief
worth
is torn apart with…..
poisoned words
thrown as darts
piercing through skin
skewering the heart.
What is the point?
Why live??
Continue on???
Each fist 
broke not only bones
spirit
love
laughter
one never knew what would bring it on
the rage
the beatings.
Enough…..
Murderous thoughts
began to show 
one knew he well
when it should on his face.
Enough!
Gun bought
hid on the grounds
waiting to be used
to destroy the monster
who once had been her…..
Lover
Husband
Monster 
hiding behind the mask.
 
March 15/19