The Morning After Poem by Broken Nd Alone

The morning after
our last date,
as I awoke, my bones did ache.
I stood by the mirror
to examine my body,
and what I saw was not very funny.

I examine the bruises, the gashes, the pain;
I wonder when it will happen again.
I look at the room,
all trashed and destroyed;
I want to leave you
but I can't find the strength.

I know I'm weak..
I know I'm feeble,
but deep down inside me
I still love you.

But now I'm leaving..
Now I'm gone,
and if I ever want to turn back
I'll just remember...

...the morning after.