Broken

I can write about love
  Love-stories, love-poems
I can pretend there is a
 Warm hand in mine
 Soft lips on mine
Some one to join lives with me
But who are we kidding?
My life is unshared
My lips are untouched
And I am alone

This realization
It suddenly hits me
Without warning
When I least expect it
And it feels like a
Hammer on my glass heart
A fire next to my frozen thoughts
And I,
 I'm broken
    I realize
       I'm broken with no
       King's men to fix me