On The Edge Of A Broken Heart Poem by Justin Tallman

On the edge of broken heart
nothing is certain
not a truth is absolute
not a wink of the eye
can be taken literally

on the edge of a broken heart
no tear can be shed
but the eyes still water
like a faucet somewhat
neglected
as it drips
drips
drips
into a confused drain

on the edge of a broken heart
there is beauty in guessing
but like any mutiny
could walk right off the plank

and at the bottom of the ocean
could be regret
or possibly a sigh of relief
either way
you'll still drown
in the moisture of her eyes
so learn to hold your breath
and appreciate the colors
of the indifferent coral

on the edge of broken heart
learn to swim
or the bitter salt
will overwhelm your taste buds
and you will never taste love
ever
again