heartbreaker 

Dawn breaks, and dewdrops start to show off shades of the sun’s reflection. A crash–the sound of a heart falling. She carefully collects the pieces, and stores them in a wooden jewelry box. Adjusting her crown, a smile forms at the corner of her mouth–a new day, another fool, same old string of sweet nothings.

~~~

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listen carefully

a shape floats, looking like an angel
crumpled paper held in one hand
charred remnants in the other
eyes sharper than a knife
smile bright as the sun
soft voice whispers
‘here’s a note
from your
heart’

~~~

A nonet for #OctPoWriMo Day 23, ‘what is the message?’.

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a sucker for love

lonesome lines looked for an end
that would let them rest

they remembered a corner
where love was scattered
as though for free

the sign was still there
wanting someone to worship
every verse birthed
out of the darkness

there they waited for a heart
fallen once, fooled twice
unable to resist the lilt in the voice
the second they started to sing
and strum their strings
and the story began all over again

~~~

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reality is

it was never about the number of souls
willing to listen to stale stories

it is always about finding the echoes
that show what lies look like on the way back

and how much the tales make the heart bleed
profusely
before it starts breathing again

~~~

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wanted

“Lips to kiss
the pain away.

Eyes that see sorrow
behind a smile.

Hands wrapped
around her shoulders.

A heart that loves her
and only her.”

~~~

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she did not forget

He tiptoed into the room
where they used to paint.
His eyes caught hers,
and for a moment
his heart skipped a beat.

Does she recognize
me?
Would this masquerade
hold?

Nothing happened
so he sat down
and started
painting.
Admiration flowed from all corners
not long after, and he felt relief
to be back in his old skin.

He forgot
that she would never forget
the eyes that stabbed the heart
like a knife.

~~~

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what if

What if their heart was the one chance
that you completely wasted?

You were safely anchored
and nobody promised happiness
if you let go.

So you held on,
until the tide came
and took them away.

And you were left with questions
always answered
with what-could-have-beens.

~~~

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the unwritten

More than a hundred full moons
led her to this day
when she finally read what was written
between the lines.

She came to their land
with too big a heart
for those whose sole purpose
was to get ahead by stabbing
her in the back.

As she was walking away she wondered
why she spent so much time putting up
with being tolerated-

and the wind whispered that it was
so that she learned to be grateful
for being different.

~~~

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