Broken

Sometimes I wonder, 

wonder about everything. 

I don't know if I should, 

But I just do. 

This may not rhyme, 

but who cares. 

It has a dark meaning. 

But again, 

who cares. 

It's a poem about broken. 

A poem about love. 

But she surrendered he love. 

And left me in the aftermaths. 

She left me, 

and took my heart, 

with her.