Poem: Heart

Walking down the street
with a snarl on my face
is not a good look for me.
Though one I've been wearing more often.
Catching myself in a car mirror,
I'm surprised.
I didn't know my face
could look so ugly.

"I tried to write Haiku
for you, but couldn't."
She said.
Because she didn't have any
special feelings for me.

I break my own heart,
it's nobody's fault
but my own.