I think I'm broken I can't write anymore Fragments of thoughts Silly as they seem Float in and out But never solidify Into the poetry I once could write
But did I ever really write poetry? To me, poetry is not Simple words In a stanza A couple rhymes Iambic pentameter "WhereforartthouRomeo?" To me, poetry is emotion It is a raw feeling The kind you are guilty having But still experience nonetheless
It's holding on to a fragment of something When you believe it is all you have left But at the same time Believing so much more is waiting for you
I always thought of so much poetry When I looked at you When I saw your face When I heard your voice But never felt courageous enough To share the verses and rhymes That echoed in my head
So after you left Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall In my heart And cracked, spilling out all the verses I never shared On to here, Hello Poetry
But surprisingly, The egg shells I always tred on when you were around Disintegrated Because for once, I could write how I felt And thought that even if you read it You wouldn't care anyway
I feel like I'm broken Because I've always written of love But since that never really goes away All the kings horses and all the kings men **Couldn't put Humpty together again