lovers prose

 Oh fallen man with pen in his hand,
broken by your sorrow,
 faced with much and loved by few,
will you make it to the morrow?

 Incline your poor ear, my destitute dear,
pay attention to the words that follow, 
 I have much to say but the words  they are few,
my emotions are broken and  hollow. 

 Give me your heart thats slap torn apart,
lift it from the misery in which you wallow,
 my medication is raw truth,
lover of my youth, a bitter pill to swallow.

 Theres nothing to discuss, this pain is enough,
you have proven yourself to be shallow,
 and me I'm  ok , just please go away,
leave me to be selfish and callow.