But of Course

But of course I keep it hidden Or at least I pretend to This broken heart That bleeds the words I used to write in poems I am trying to drink it away Liquid 90 proof Liquid tears Raindrops that fall on my face when I run The hot water of the showers to cry in Time Some days my enemy Some days my friend I hope you are happy One of us needs to be Once you emailed we have need to meet But what was the point really? A Christmas present of a cd long ago promised Or a book to add to my Poet Laureate collection? Presents are put away Painful reminders of my love I wanted to show The physical was the gift no one else was given When it was taken away, I forgot how to breathe I am trying hard to find my way I wish I could get over you But that is like asking the sun not to shine