Funny how when
I used to write love poems
The only name
I could think of was yours.
The curving script of your name
Was my only inspiration.
That could bring me hope when I was hopeless.
The eyes that made me forget which way was up
And which way was down.
That made flowers grow
In the graveyard of my heart.
There's no one to take care of them anymore
I've had to rip them out, just so I could breathe
Funny how now
You're just another word for heartbreak