Not this again

Not this again

That moment when you realize

your heart isn’t done

with the person who broke it.

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Question and Answer

Question and Answer

It’s a strange thing.

You’ve never said so,

of course,

That you can’t seem to allow even the

Possibility

of me in your heart.

So why is it

Every time we’re together

You leave a mark on my body?

Are you claiming it as yours?

Or are you really just that careless?

Don’t answer that,

love.

I told you I felt unbreakable.

I was wrong.

After the Hurricane

After the Hurricane

I never intended to keep her.

I just wanted to try her on,

My shiny new toy.

You have to understand:

She was so beautiful.

She put out this light-

Her love was radiant-

Her eyes shone,

Reflecting back at me

Everything I’ve ever wanted to see.

I never intended to keep her.

I wondered what it would feel like,

To chain her heart to my feet

And make it dance only for me.

What it would feel like

To take all that love she has to give

And lock it in a cage.

Make it only for my use.

I never intended to keep her.

When the chase was done

And she was mine:

I ripped off her wings.

Just because I could.

Just because she let me.

Because her light, her love,

Weren’t quite enough

To fill that void inside me.

I made her MINE.

I let myself bask in her light.

I took her to dark places.

My poor, wounded little bird,

My elemental beauty.

I caught her with words of love

But, reader, trust me-

I never intended to keep her.

When I was done

And her light was dim

And her heart was tired from the dance

I threw her away.

I have to move on to the next one

I never intend to keep.

When you lose again

When you lose again

You can’t lose something

That you never really had.

But try telling that to your heart

When it’s breaking.

And you don’t recognize the noises

Coming out of your own throat.

They sound like an animal’s,

And not the roar of a lion

Or the scream of a hawk.

No.

The sounds you make are

The mew of a kitten

The squeak of a mouse

Something small and helpless

And totally unlike the Strong Woman

You wear as a suit of armor.

You can’t lose someone

That you never really had.

And I dare you to tell that to your heart

As it’s breaking.

Arrogance (Naïveté)

Arrogance (Naïveté)

I thought being pretty would save me.

I thought

My face, my body,

My heart, my soul

Were beautiful

(Enough)

They marked me as special

(Enough)

That I wouldn’t be alone for long.

I thought

Because so many men have wanted me

over the years.

I thought they wanted ME:

the face, the body,

the heart, the soul.

But it turns out

All they want is one specific part of me.

And when I ask them to love ME back:

my face, my body,

my heart, my soul.

They can’t run away fast enough.

I thought being pretty would save me.

From the casual cruelty of a man.