She Broke Me...

She Broke Me...

A Poem by J. F. Charleston

All I do
is come out
lonely and broken hearted

Wasting my time
on her, and she won't let me go
but she says go to El Paso or Amarillo

She broke me
told me it wasn't meant to be
and then she wanted me gone

All my things are packed
the tank is full
gotta extra hundred in the console
my loyal steed in the trailer
and the radio play'n slow tunes

She broke me
into thousands of pieces
telling me she wanted it to end
never did she mention the word friend

The road is open
my heart with a hole carved in
trying not to cry
over the hag that gave me hell

She packed my things
burned the pictures of us
and gave me a coupon for BB-Q wings
down at the gas station

Fighting her memory
and what she thought as a theory
interstates never end for me
they come to stay
they love me
but I hate them

She left me
to the highway
and for some other guy
whom she'll break
like she did me.




© 2013 J. F. Charleston


Author's Note

J. F. Charleston
Reviews are most appreciated.
Pic not by me.

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Goodness you sure love to sing a sad tune. ;) It amazes me every time I'm sent one of you RRs that I see a man sitting solemnly on a wooden stool...guitar on his lap...strap laid loosely round his shoulder...head bent in prayer to the instrument connected to his soul...speaking his heart with each note laced in voice...his eyes closed to that deep mirrored pain while his fingers gently graze the strings...cradling that neck as if caressing her cheek...singing to the mist surrounding that stricken heart...we feel each verse as though living this saddness beside a lonely cowboy while his memories bleed forth... Yep that's what I see almost every time I read one of your poem/lyrical pieces :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J. F. Charleston

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the review. :) I never thought that anyone would imagine that. It brought a smile to me f.. read more
Shy Girl

11 Years Ago

I just try to describe the picture that your words for in my mind. You are most welcome. Thank you f.. read more



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This is well expressed with great imagery and words that flows well, 100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is some powerful write dear poet and straightforward like a warning to others to be ware . Well penned by leaps and bounds ...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Goodness you sure love to sing a sad tune. ;) It amazes me every time I'm sent one of you RRs that I see a man sitting solemnly on a wooden stool...guitar on his lap...strap laid loosely round his shoulder...head bent in prayer to the instrument connected to his soul...speaking his heart with each note laced in voice...his eyes closed to that deep mirrored pain while his fingers gently graze the strings...cradling that neck as if caressing her cheek...singing to the mist surrounding that stricken heart...we feel each verse as though living this saddness beside a lonely cowboy while his memories bleed forth... Yep that's what I see almost every time I read one of your poem/lyrical pieces :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J. F. Charleston

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the review. :) I never thought that anyone would imagine that. It brought a smile to me f.. read more
Shy Girl

11 Years Ago

I just try to describe the picture that your words for in my mind. You are most welcome. Thank you f.. read more
I like this one, it's hard loving someone who doesn't love you back. Good job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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