At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall
I had been struck with a case of a restricted
humanity
Which explains my plea here today of
temporary insanity

You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do the most curious
things

Lovers spend years dеnying what's ill fated
Resentmеnt rotting away galaxies we
created
Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand
next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never align.
And in one conversation, I tore down the
whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues
Then a crash from the skylight bursting through
Something old, someone hallowed, who told
me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven
And into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave
How gallant to save the empress from her
gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could barely lift
But loneliness struck at that fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me
None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!"
I screamed while bringing my fists to my
coffee ringed desk
It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then cardiac arrest.
A smirk creeps onto this poet's face
Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence
My tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, tick, tick of love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink

All's fair in love and poetry
Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured
Poets Department