Out-Of-Order Heart

 

Heartbreak makes the best poems, as you once said.

But the pen won’t make words if the writer is dead.

This is how you make me feel, dead inside, like nothing’s real.

All these questions run circles in my head.

 

What were you thinking, when you looked at me.
How could you fool me, why didn’t I see?
You took my soul, my heart you stole, & buried both in a shallow hole.

Made me into a wounded monster I never wanted to be.

 

I learned again, men can’t be trusted,

You got away for a while, but now you’re busted.

I’ll never feel this pain, this throbbing in my brain, I’ll never trust again.

My heart is out of-order-now & slowly will be rusted.

Reviews

[Michael V]

I like this because it is more of a looking-in-the-mirrior type poem and saying to yourself, even though you know, and you see. You still had to say it....I like it. it give you a sense of conviction, yet a question of, what went wrong. Good Job