! ! ! ! ! ! +++! ! Composure! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Though I try to smile and keep my composure,
something's keeping me from returning to the
heart that screwed me over.
Nights like this I wish that my head would cooperate,
though times I felt nothing but the need to disintergrate.

I smile through the pain and I
live with half a heart,
restless evenings spent disecting what
kept me together, and what tore me apart.

Though I try to decide what I try to hide,
I'll try to keep my composure and I'll try to smile.