Broken Heart Poet

I'm not a broken heart poet

I'm a ripped and shattered soul

A poetess who wields words as her swords

The lioness who's roar broke the night

And from which even the fiercest lions fled

I'm not soft, no

I'm hard edges and cut glass

I pick up the jagged shards of my mind and while blood coats my fingers

I piece myself back together

Holding on to every tiny sliver of flesh with pure will alone

So, no, baby

I won't write about how much my heart breaks for you

I write about how much my heart burns with bitter fury

And transforms this fragile girl

Into a phoenix rising from the ashes you left of me

Flames licking the wings I crafted from the blood you spilt from me

All the things you took from me

I use to transfigure this child into an unstoppable, untamable

Queen