hello poetry
click the link
yawn and then
scroll through some other tabs

music playin'
oh man i think i could do that
i could write a folk song
i could write a rock song
forget that i tried
that i quiver
and forget lyrics
and have nothing
to say

and then back
to do something with poetry
'cause otherwise
there's just that much less poetry
in this mostly
unexamined
life

So many times I’ve given my heart.
With trust, I’ve given it all to so many people.
Purposefully or not, I’ve not gotten it back whole.
I know, some people have to leave; it’s natural, it was time.
Others chose to walk away.
I thought you were different.
I really gave you everything I could.
I wanted to be there for you forever and always.
But I’m here again, holding my broken heart and a needle and thread.
I feel like I’ve forgotten how to mend this feeling.
I’ve lost some of my strength and a lot of my control.
I hate not having control.
But I can control me.
I want to control who can and cannot leave me.
So I will not let you in, not anymore.
Not you, not anyone.
Then, I won’t have to remember how to mend this.
This brokenness won’t be a problem.
I won’t be a problem.
Not anymore.
I’m in control now.