ELI

It's hard to write a poem, When there's nothing going on. It's hard to think of what to say, When you feel you've said all that you can say.  As a poet i never scratch the surface, I go deep within myself, wear my heart upon my sleeve, and my brain's upon a shelf.  I write from my heart, until it's all bled out.  Then i retreat to my bed, and silently lay out.  Ink now is the my blood, I feel lifeless without my pen.  Poetry is my safe haven , it protects me from the outside.  But when I'm in this state of mind,  What can protect me from the inside? 

A hard egg to crack. A tough case to solve. You and your broken heart.  Though i was not involved, You make it seem like I was; You put all this pressure on me to come fix it. That ain't my business, that is not in my job description. I am the new boyfriend, cause the old was trippin'. So why you keep on thinking bout him?... Why you keep on wrapping your mind, and wasting your time, when he could care less - he's just like these other guys. Your words. I wanna take you out and get to doing something special.  Just know I won't forsake you, just know I won't neglect you.   Just know you'd be everything to me like fuel for a car.  Girl my heart is burning, you the fuel to fire.  But here I go, writing to a heart that I ain't break.  I hope you reading this, I hope it's not too late.  I hope you know yourself, and spending your energy on being productive; And not thinking bout your ex-man.  Now and for...