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