Broken

My head told my heart

Not until you are alone

Can you fall apart.

Last thing I expected to see

Was Bruce naked in a tub

Holding out a sponge to me.

"I don't think so!

And just so you know

This is my place now

So you gotta go."

"Do I?

Seems to me this ring

On my hand says otherwise."

Bruce waves his hand at me

Grins and asks,

"Unless we have a misunderstanding?"

Of all the insufferable.

I put on my sweetest smile.

Saunter over with a sway of my hips

"You think this..."

Holding up my identical ring.

"Gives you certain... privileges?"

"Curious how a real wife would treat you?"

I bend over, acting as if,

I may give him a kiss.

Only it was a play,

to gather his clothes and throw them away,

out the front door.

If he wanted to get dressed

He'd have to go fetch

In the flesh.

"That was not a very nice thing

To do to your husband, Mrs. Buchanan."

I can see him puzzling out

How he's going to get out of this one.

"No less than you deserve for tricking me

into marrying you."

"Tricking you? Why I'm surprised you

believe this is something I would do.

It was a mutually made decision,

I remember clearly, don't you?"

It amazed me how well he adapted

Lying for him was effortless

How easily he acted.

"Why lie when both you and I know

you only married me

Because you fear the boys won't follow

Unless I'm at your side."

Bruce's grin grew wide.

"Well, you can't really blame me if I am.

I'm taking over for Shamus.

But the real question is why would you then

Agree to marry me Brandy Buchanan?"

I wish he'd stop calling me that name

Even if I know I only have myself to blame.

I ignore his question and ask one of my own?

Obviously his ego is overblown.

"You're not taking over for Shamus

You are taking over for Lou

What exactly was it before

You said that you do?"

He shrugs, "Petty crimes.

Shamus was Lou's frontman

I figured I'd be doing something

Similar along those lines."

"You really believe that's what Lou

Had in store for you?

To be another Faceman?

Petty crimes or elaborate scams?"

"I don't know what Lou had in store.

But I wanted to be in on it."

I waited for him to say more.

But he decided once again

to hide behind his wit.

"Actually my scams were pretty elaborate

Now that I think on it."

"I thought as much,

my sister wouldn't fall for a fool."

I decided to get more information from him

Once again relying on my womanly tools.

I walk back over to the tub.

Reach in for the sponge to give his back a rub.

The only acknowledgment, a light flicker to his eyes

But that is just him being a guy.

"So how did you get your scars?"

I moved back behind him but not too far.

"Your sister knew what she was doing."

He looked back at me.

"The scars? The jail. A Fire when it exploded

A part fell on top of me."

I turn his face way so he can't see that

What he just said affected me.

"The jail? Were you a deputy here too

like you were in County?"

"No that was a limited time gig

The Sheriff knew I'd track down that pig

That killed your sister so he made it legal

To keep me out of trouble, I guess."

"Your brother is deputy here in BG?

I thought maybe it ran in the family.

I really should have known it wasn't you

When I saw him at Petra's place.

Didn't stop to think he had no scar on his face."

He looks back at me again.

"You saw Buck? Did he ask about me?"

"He did. He was concerned definitely.

A little surprised you were married though."

He smirks.

"Guessing he didn't approve of my choice did he?"

I don't know why but his words hurt me.

I circle around throw the sponge in his face

Watch his sputter in disgrace.

"And why wouldn't he?

You saying I'm not good enough for you then,

MR. Buchanan?

Or is that my sister is so damn precious

I couldn't possibly measure up to Lou?

Well you know what, screw the both of you!

You know where your clothes are!

Make sure you follow them out that door."

I go into the bedroom, I hear him leave.

My heart hurts so much but I just can't grieve

I then hear the door open again he came back in.

I locked the door, slide down the door. I just can't take anymore.

I look at Lou's picture and throw it to the floor.

I can't stay here a minute more.

Through the open window, I just can't stay. 

I need to get away. 

I take solace in the night, it just feels right. 

I know I was too outspoken. 

What's wrong with me?

 I feel...

Broken.