Broken. - Poem by Neil Gray
She say's we shouldn't sleep together anymore
but turns up on my doorstep at 3 am.
She say's she needs her space
but get's angry at me when I don't call.
She say's we should see other people
and throws a drink at me when I take someone else up on their offer.
She say's she dosen't love me anymore
then cries on the phone for hours about how she needs me.
I think she maybe broken.
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