Jun
11
Filed Under (poetry) by LifeStormr on 11-06-2008

I can’t find it
in my heart to
break the news
break the heart.

I’d rather hide behind
what I don’t know,
breathing slowly,
hiding,
waiting,
cheating.

Knowing where it’ll
eventually lead me,
isn’t what is on my mind.
Finding what has always
been there;
a hole in my heart,
is going to sink this ship.

A war across worlds
resembles the war in her heart
as she knows what she’s done wrong,
and she’s knows that he’s done right.

She’s done it again,
took what she wanted,
and left the rest,
to be found,
lying there - exposed.

The touch of a woman
can be so soft,
so subtle,
that it’s easily
taken for granted.
But when it’s gone for good,
that which has been taken
for granted,
tastes so bittersweet;
choking on the love,
as it swells in the throat.
Perhaps it’d be better to
let it stay there,
steal your air,
heart beyond repair…

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