To Break a Writer's Heart

Usually, when a heart is shattered and the broken pieces are scattered like nightmare confetti around the room

Most will view the scene and wish to make it clean and fetch a pan and broom

But when you break a writers wretched wailing weak yet hardened heart

When our mind starts to bend and break as our soul is ripped apart

We still salvage something grand, and of far more value to us than your affection, so, dear, do your best to worry nought

This torment turns the gears in our clanking clock work minds the right direction and like gods, we create universes from the intangible realm of thought

For in our sacred sadness there is more beauty to behold than could be found in the eyes of a lover no matter how true they be

And when you break a poet hearts paper thin and brittle skin you set an entire universe of constrained and captive alliteration free

In this twisted mutual madness of longing and pain where each is left bleeding red and pink

One may bleed the substance they need... As for my kind, we bleed ink