I Write Poetry

I place upon me, whorish garb,

I never take it off, never take it off.

I split my heart in many different parts,

I can never give it all, never give it all.

My love was humpty dumpty,
I put it on the shelf,
And someone let it fall, fall, fall..

The pieces scattered now,
Blown away from myself,
And I can't find them all, all, all.

So I'm just a piece of person,
Walking around so confused,
Am i walking? Or am I going to crawl, crawl, crawl?