I am not
a broken heart

Do not
romanticize
my pain

I have no one
to send you after

The source of hurt
lives inside my brain

Yes
I've fallen
apart

But all you'll get
from gathering my
shattered pieces
is cuts on the tips
of your fingers
and sob stories
to take home to
your typewriter

I had a friend
once who said,
"He doesn't love you
he just wants
someone to write
a love song about"

Well isn't that true
for everyone?

If there's no art in my struggle
It's of no use to you