Broken Heart
In the morning,
when you say hello,
I like to think you were
dreaming of me.
You called our love a moment,
and for second my brain told me this was true,
but my heart kicked my lungs and I suffered
for a second.
Like the suffering I gave to you.
Like the bricks, that need graffiti.
Or the plaster that is eager for paint,
you covered my heart with your love and told me it would never need to be replaced.
Your words were like a knife
cutting right through my soul,
your kisses burnt into my skin.
Only love would hurt like this.
I want to know what went through your mind,
when you tore down the walls,
and left my heart bare.
(2014)
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