The heart
Is a muscle
Pumping blood
In and out

We all know that

Our heart is an instrument
A receptor and a conductor
Keep in or out

We all do that

This heart is a cushion
Crash into me
With pins or with hugs

I'll do that

My heart is a springboard
I'll let you land
Or bounce you out

I will do that

Your heart is your home again
And you may do the same
Fly in or fly out

Hello
Goodbye

I'm not a poet
I don't even look like one
I forgot the poem I wrote to get here

So: here's a 'nother one

I am a poet

Some times words are cheep
Most times
So why write?
Not to be cheep I guess.
To reveal
In a way that doesn't hurt
Or at least hurt too bad.
I don't mind hurt
It's fine
But I'm not exactly perfect
(at least not yet)
Or in some
Most
Peoples eyes
So I'll hurt you too
Or back
By mistake

So hurt me please if you may
So I don't feel so bad
Since I hurt you that day
to come

Sorry if I break you

Sorry if I'm broken

Break me fine
I'm just a clay ***
Stick me in a *** of brown sugar
shard by shard
Then I'm not a ***

I'm a poet

Sorry when I break you
But frankly
You're made of glass

you must be an artist