I'm just trying to teach you what the real world is
Get angry at who ever lied to you
Your heart is too gushy and mushy for this world
You will get crushed
And left at the door to be used as a mat
I have a heart of steel
I am not insensitive to be a ****
But to help and mold you to show you what the real world is like
I'm preparing you
I trick you into falling in love with me
But then I break your heart
To show you that you can't trust anyone
Never be afraid to speak up
I am an insensitive, teasing son of a gun
But I will make your heart as strong as lead
I wil turn you into the strongest bottle of whiskey
And then you will know why I was so insensitive
I will forever be burdened with the thought of losing you
I was your first love and your first heartache
Now you know what I'm really like
My poor dear darling
She was so easy to talk to
She was my best friend
She knew who my dream cowboy was
But now I have to live with the thought that I broke her heart
Hopefully she'll think of me
Even if it is a sad blue song.

Once upon a time I used to be so blue
But then I blew all my worries away
The ocean carried them in ripples
Like nothing more but a grain of sand
The wind carried all my doubts astray
Along with the other gone souls
I've learned to let go
Like one person once said
Worrying is like going outside with an umbrella and waiting for if to rain
You just need to learn how do dig a six foot hole
And throw all your worries, fears, doubts, and anything haunting in the grave
Nothing more but a flush of your waste.

She asked me why I love writing sad poems
Aren't you suppose to forget about sad things?
I write sad poems to remember the feeling so I will never want to feel the heartache again
I write so another can connect with my words
I write for the future
She asked me why I love writing poems about love
I told her that love is nothing but a lipstick gone wrong
It's all good until it's all used up or until you've lost it
I write love poems because love doesn't exist in this world
I like to make up my own kind of love
The one where everyone is happy and no one gets hurt
She asked me why I write about God
I told her that I would like to try and spread the good news
I write to let others know that someone cares
I like to let them know that he will never stop loving them even if they don't believe
I want them to look forward to something after death
I want to give them a sense of direction and purpose
That little girl died of cancer
She had a journal dated that exact day
I won't ever forget her
I read her journal everyday like its the news
She wrote in thought of me
One day she was just gone and long dead
Like a puff of smoke on a cigarette
She told me that she wrote sad poems for me
She told me that love does exist
Wasn't what I had with her love?
She told me that God is definitely real
She's in Heaven now.

This is a poem;
About a heartbreak.
But no, this is not a poem
about how boy meets girl,
and then fall in love.
nor a poem about how
the boy and the girl
fell out of love.

This is a poem;
about how when someone leave,
it takes a part of you.
big or small, still a part.
It will make you feel,
oh so incomplete.
It will leave you hollow;
which time can't fill.