A poem about heart-break…
My chest sunk to the ground
As we parted.
My brow quickly followed
As my mind started
To ponder, squander;
Waste the following moments
Catastrophising this one.
What if this feeling never goes away?
I know this can’t be so.
Our lives made so rich
By the broad spectrum of emotions
That come and go.
It’s impossible to stand still.
But why do I end up here
So frequently?
With the unpleasantness
So near?
In touch with the sadness
You arise in me.
Recalling a few
Evidentiary events.
I squash my pen against my lips
And push it around.
How much more of this pain am I willing to take?
Is dedicating my heart to him some ridiculous mistake?
Is it something I’ve learned, that I think I need?
That my heart cannot truly be happy
With a relationship that lacks security?
But even if it’s a concept acquired,
I want it.
And to be honest,
It feels dire.
And I’m tired.
So tired of fighting this fight.
So tired of grabbing my things and leaving at night.
While you retreat to your single kingdom of comfort.
And I wonder, is his heart still with me?
I’m tired.
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A Life I Choose 
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