I fail so utterly, miserably
at being a heart to hold on to
and make myself the kind of person
I said I'd never be
And after all is said and done
I still expect you to trust me?
What a fool I am,
not knowing what I can take
not knowing what to do or say
not knowing how to make things right
not knowing how to feel again
but, I suppose, I know
how to break trust and hurt friends
how to write poems and ambiguous meanings
how to mean things and regret changing them
it is my ultimate failure...
My heart has made me
a heart breaker.