A-Z poetry and thoughts

So many people with stories

Gushing over songs

Reminding them of their beloved

Raving over them 

In admiration

"I am head over heels"

"My one true king"

And I felt sick to my stomach

Thinking I would hurl

If anyone bought me flowers

I'd rather be shot in the back of the knees

Than to coo over someone 

Like a raging lun

Mid thought, I stopped myself

And realized it was me. 

My version of loved that was fucked

Not theirs

The version where I crave it

But push it away

The version where I'm thrown aside

Instead of held close

The version where I think that's normal

It is me and my version

That are so completely and so utterly

Broken

Almost irreparably so