H E A R T

Oh-

Punctured the main artery, sunsets flowing down your ribcage, dull frantic thud-

I’ve done it again,

Left an empty hole in the middle of your chest

Maybe there was something there before

Maybe there wasn’t.

But your heart lies

In my open hand

Adorned with the bleeding roses you left at my front door in February.

Beating, beating,

I can hardly bear to stand it,

Such repressed emotion in the guise of love pulsing under my bones

Should be eradicated-

I can’t go back,

Refused to love too many times

For my own good (and for yours).

We used to watch the sunset together, smiles weaving together

The way locks and keys do.

I thought you were the one who remined stubbornly closed,

But maybe it was me.

Or maybe I wasn’t the right

Key

To open the silver-streaked vault in your chest.

You told me you favourite flowers once

And then I remembered forever.

I told you I didn’t have a favourite song

But yours became mine.

We were

Sun-dappled grins on the edge of the horizon,

Star-blessed banter on the way home from school,

Moon-kissed gazes that strayed a bit too far.

Yet

Like porcelain, we

Shattered.

I think

I’m too late

To give back your heart.