what is this poetry

you stick in to me?

its hard to say i already fell,

for you and the stories you tell.

it’s like drowning in the ocean of words,

strikes me straight to the heart just like a sword.

I saw you in a weird dream,

or so it seems,

we were so close together,

but really we don’t know each other.

we’re on a passenger jeep

right next to the drivers seat

i held you in my arms

you look back with a charm.

when i wake up,

i saw you someplace where

you’re with someone else.

it drives me crazy,

as you turn and see me.

i’d like to say catch me,

but seeing the two of you kills me.

haven’t i told you

that it’s girls like you

who makes me confused,

and not to be faithful as i should.

sometimes i get to thinkin’

’bout this feeling

‘coz lately it’s been kickin’

sometimes i look at your pictures

and wonder if i could be yours.

it’s hard to be faithful

but faithful to who?

i’m always alone,

and nothing to lose.

could it be?

should it be?

maybe i’m just lonely,

‘coz my love doesn’t want me

too lonely to tell a story

the story of my broken heart,

which created a poem

with broken lines.

broken