Im going to tell you this is a poem
Its what you expect it to be.
It looks like a poem. It acts like a poem
It sort of even has a bit of a rhyming scheme.
(well just pretend that be and scheme rhyme real well, ok?)
This is a poem about broken hearts
Theres quite a few out there.
This poem is not much different from those
I just thought you might care.
(though I advice you check out the other poems out there)
I dont express myself freely when it comes to talk
In fact you sometimes have to pry
Keep on questioning me about this and that
Eventually Ill get annoyed by your fiftieth why?
(and even then it will take me another ten minutes to tell you)
My vocabulary is pretty shallow. My poem lacks the beauty
That those extravagant poems of flourish hold
My words are understood easily by the population
My stories in poetry are quite easy to be told.
(sometimes I wonder why youre still even reading this)
I just wanted to let you know how much it hurts me
To never see you around these parts.
Even my poems are feeling lonely
Because it is like Im missing half my heart.
(but youre not around to give it back)
I cannot write with the same passion, Ive realized
My poems for some reason seem to be dying
I dont feel the joy I once did when I spoke of love and dreams
Even though I sit here and keep trying.
(Lord knows I keep trying
So this is the last poem Ill be dedicating
To the one who still owns my heart.
Its shattered. Its tattered.
Oh, its torn all apart.
(but no one is around to help me pick it up)
Ill be fine on my own. Im strong
Or at least I can pretend.
But even when I find myself falling
Ive got the best of friends.
(they know how to pick me back up)
Dont worry about me, Ill be smiling
My heart will heal eventually.
Ill amuse myself with other things
Perhaps explore different types of poetry.
(oh who am I kidding? Love always finds a way into my words)
I know I was never anything you wanted
Im just a little odd that way.
You would have realized the mistake
Perhaps you did and thats why you pushed me away.
(Funny how life works out that way)
No regrets. Of course Im a little sad
Youre the best love Ive ever had.
You showed me my heart in a different light
You held my hand late into the night.
(but no one holds my hand now)
No need to apologize. No excuses here
I was never very good at saying goodbyes
I would so easily take you back
Welcome you with open arms into my life.
(Im going to be strong. Im going to go forth alone)
So this is the most pathetic poem youll ever read
The longest one in fact, youll see
Of broken hearts and saying goodbye
And letting your heart be free.
(Your heart was always free, though)
These are the words I could never say
But in poetry I set my heart take wing
You can find my soul in each passage
Hear my heart sing.
(such a sad and off-beat sound)
This is a poem. It has finally reached its end
It might be awhile until you hear from it again.
This is a poem from a poet who doesnt remember how to write
Now that inspiration is lacking in her life.
(you were the inspiration, but Ill live again. Ill live again)