Broken man

Sometimes you go through life as nothing can ever bring you down. And in my case nothing really could. Untill she came along. Dark haired beauty with naughty eyes.

Still as I once said:"You cannot give your heart away and expect to get it back in one piece!"
It does not matter.
For I am lonesome.

But it is better to be lonesome than alone!
I know what will happen now and I hate myself for it. As I know I cannot change the course of events that are about to unravell.

I'll get fixated with work.
I'll become a workaholic.
I'll be unbearable.
I'll go out a lot.
I'll make new "friends"
I'll visit lots of ols "friends" I promised myself I won't ever contact again.
And every single day another piece of me will die out.
Untill one day I burst.
I'll do something outrageous, crazy and insane.
I'll go back to the source.
She'll laugh, mock me, support me.
I'll get get over it.
I'll mess up again.
I am one step further from her.


It's too late.
I'm already dead. Dead from inside. Once a man breaks, nothing will be able to repair that. I have seen it and I know it.
For I have been broken.