The shattered pieces of my heart
lay unnoticed at his feet,
where broken, jagged edges of myself
lay all around,
puncturing my reality.
I take in the rejections,
the bold airy silences which once
swam with bloated promise and hope,
and I tell myself
he does not matter
that I must take care of my heart and myself.
It’s as though I’ve taken a stab to my spleen,
an organ which I don’t need to survive
but by goodness I can feel the disgusting pain
and dripping of blood into my internal cavities.
You’re a delicious distraction
You’re a self-inflicted wound
You’re everything I’ve wanted
My inhalation, exhalation
My tainted poison
You cause my shattering
and I further perpetuate the breakage
into smaller parts
let’s make our very own mosaic
where we can always be reflected in
our own unique mirror surface
together yet never completely,
close enough, at last.
A picture-perfect image,
A decisive work of art.
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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