I'm a Poet and I Know It

My heart can break 

And I won't feel a thing

I wouldn't care

I wouldn't cry

Because I've already shed my tears

Over things

No one knows about 

A heart full of lead

A head full of blows 

Thoughts made of bullets

And a love made of tightrope

These are the things

I've already cried about

Too many times

To care about now