poems of my own design

poem 3: me

A poem of me

My heart as broken as shattered side walks unfixable to humankind who fear putting me back together piece by piece..... My love is gone forever, never to be seen again..... My heart is as shapeless as the moon. Yes, the moon might be round but I am shapeless, not a defined shape..... There is no one who can fix my shattered heart, not my lover, not my father, no one...... the heart I have is not mine to fix. My love was used and broken to never be fixed... my heart is the only thing I own. My mind that I do not own sure exists in my skull but it's not what I own. My love I do not own either I would kill to have my happiness back I would.... My love and heart belongs only to my lover.... Screaming for help but no one is listening to the cries and whispers I leave in the dead streets at night when I walk in the dread of night.....For all to see