Broken Heart Disease Poem by Samantha Campbell

I want
to be like
words
on the tip
of a poets
tongue

I want what I can't have
but it's an inspiration
and it consumes me
because I'm in need

I want what I need
to make this feeling
c/o/m/p/l/e/t/e
to put beats in synch
cause I'm dying from
a broken heart rhythm

I want to be Muse for your ink
I want to bring about fluctuations
in your blood pressure

I want to do a lot of things

I want to clear out rooms with sonic-truth booms
I want to see justice to my own 99 red balloons
I want to make beats pack seats

I want to be a singer
singing soul-beats
but God blessed me
with a poets voice
He knew I was to shy
that money and fame
was no claim to claim for me

He knew a singers voice
would be wasted in my shy silence

So I want to be known for my poetry

I want to start a commotion
be that spark to your explosion

I want to Echo
echo.. echo... echoooo....
on in time forever

I want to see my name
spoken amongst the greatest
to live on in that category

I want to climb mountains
scale walls and laugh at the top
over countless waterfalls

I want to dive deep
into the unknown
discover lost treasure
of golden knowledge
that advances
the human
population
into the golden age
of enlightenment

I want to take the broken chords
of your heart and suture them whole
and kiss the scars your loneliness caused

Because no matter what
I want you in every way possible

I want to eat Chinese food with you
and get lost in deep philosophical conversation
over sweet tea and talk about Sex and Poetry
I want everything to make sense to me and
acknowledge that a heart is something immense to see

and I want to be proud that I look like my mother
that I can claim without a doubt I-am her daughter

I want to be at a turning point in history
unfold a wrinkle in time
over the steam of a cup of tea
clutched in cold hands
on a ride in a time machine
so I could see EVERYTHING

Understand I want a lot, like everyone else
at least I'm happy with most of myself
I don't want to be anyone else

This list is short compared
to the things that I dream
and I know that this poem
may seem to have a demanding theme
but I'm standing here now
Heart on my sleeve
Not closed off and hidden
Not mangled in my chest
Not cold like blue ice burgs
at the other end of the world

I'm standing here
with a heart worthy
of your love

and n all honesty
there's one thing
that would be best

That would untangle the knot

Lighten the grip around my throat

Put an end to my deep-ing
l-o-n-e-l-i-n-e-s-s

Draw a whole heart

I would really be fine
if I could find my missing /half/

Because loneliness lives within this skin
canvased along my fleshes open pores
cultivated through lack of touch
causing streams of peace
and rages of madness
my reflection shown
in the pupils
of those who truly
wished to see

See this is the reason why
I write in rhyme

This is the reason
I hide in metaphors

Ive been so busy
hiding my true emotions
but bleeding on paper
like no one would notice
the trails of passion
dripped in heart
shaped forms

Just remember this line

Who will be the cure
for my broken heart disease

By Samantha Campbell