Sometimes I forget Just How Broken I Am...

I will be walking down the street,
meeting cute couples holding hands, 
And instead of smiling and celebrating their love, I resent them.
Scrolling down on Instagram couple posts and giving them the side eye 'cos I used to be just like that.

Can't even appreciate love when it's genuine and real 'cos guess what,
that's just how broken I am.
I look into an innocent baby's eyes and all I see are the tars and pain that the mother endured, is still to endure in the hands of the father.

From Adele to Ed Sheeran, 
they have all been blocked from my playlist; I can no longer listen to music inspired by love because all it remind me is of what was and what could have been.

I read my favourite fairy tales and all I want to do is scream FU Disney! You sold me dreams and I fell into the trap of 'true love', a love that doesn't exist.
My friends are getting married now, yes we are at that age,
and the only thing replaying in my head is how I will have to come pick up the pieces once it all falls apart.

I see the slightest bloom of a romance and already I am planning its demise.
From romantic to cynic, you have transformed me into the textbook definition of a heartbroken mess and I am not proud of it.
Someone once said, 
if you still write about him a year later then you really had it bad,
Its been over a year and still counting, yes, that's how broken I am.