She tried to speak in poetry
as the hair fell over her face
and the makeup from yesterday started to smudge
so at least one thing she did was
beautiful enough to make someone
want to stay

she tried to make her words send chills
down the spine of men who stole her heart
but what she found was
no matter what order you put the pieces in
you can't put them back together the same way again


she tried to speak in poetry
to fix her broken heart
or to find a new one to hold
she tried to make everything fit into a line
but could not understand how
things would not work out the same way
they did the first time

she tried to talk beautifully,
making every sentence as polished as her final release
and found out the hard way
she missed the beautiful mistakes,
the ones we learn from,
are the ones in the first draft