Died. It died.

Plain and simple. It died.

Her shitty relationship was over and know what?

Part of her died with it

“You bastard” she’d scream, every time derogatory insults gushed from his mouth

“Psychopath” he’d just retort

Then there was me

In fact there was three

“I’m sorry” she’d tell me, “it wasn’t meant to be”

But the truth be, I could actually breathe

And didn’t mind the hostile responses.

I’d seen broken bones. I’d watched it on TV

But to me a broken heart was entirely different.

Much more complex. And harder to fix

'Go tidy your room’ the response to my sympathetic smiles

Or 'study up and leave this crappy dwellin’

I often found the other two wailin’ at my feet

What was I to do?

I’m so messed  up because of you