When She’s Broken

She ripped the dangling piece from her chest
And stored it with the others
The fragments he’d shattered varied in size
In shape
In places broken from
She shoved the shards away, careful not to self inflict
Again
His words were daggers but her thoughts were bullets
And it was hard to protect herself from her and him
The bits of her that remained hung crooked
Jagged edges forming her delicate frame
Scarred and scared she had pieced together her remnants
A puzzle missing pieces
And returned what was left of her to him
A target across her heart

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Say When

I cut my heart from my sleeve and tore your soul from your chest to spare us of the heartache

Because while we desire each other, we don’t deserve each other

And to keep up the charade of plastic smiles and faulty dreams for heigntened splendor of the chemistry made between the sheets

Births an idiocracy not even we could sustain

No matter how mad the love and we are

Madly in love,

Crazy even,but everybody knows

Two crazies make too much chaos

Two-Sided Draw

hrtvsmindMy heart longs the acceptance of my mind,
each disagreement stifling,
crippling my legs beneath me.

The weight of the world is substantial
and displayed in the showcase
of my bosom.

Spilling themselves across
a myriad of platforms,
mostly the body in which they have formed,
my tears have yet to find solace in emanating.

Insufferable debacles in the battles
of love versus lust,
deception warring trust,
what’s fair or what’s unjust;
making myself the subject of both betrayal and fidelity.

It is only in the instance of existence or
obliteration, barring the urgency of each matter,
that it can be decided.

Where do I go from here?

Heart of Night

It was completely dark. With each step, her feet met with the cold, wet gravel. There was a small breeze, but barely that. The moon was ripe; every inch of its nudity visible┬áto the naked eye. As she made her way across the alley, the night began to lighten. No one else was around and hadn’t been for days. An old silver candy wrapper rested near a crumpled soda can that lay against the damp curb. No rain today, though. Perfect.
She passed an old antique shop. The two front windows were completely boarded; the wood, rotted. The door, however, looked to be kicked in, revealing an utter mess within. Broken glass, gold-plated bowls, and tattered books were strewn about. She paid no mind to it. The wind tried to blow, catching a few strands of her short red locks. She was nearing the pier.
The sound of the waves crashing against wood and rocks heightened with each step. She could smell the salted liquid covering the millenniums of sand on the ocean floor. The moon grew brighter. Ocean. Miles and miles of ocean lay amidst her. She made her way towards the ancient wooden structure. The steps creaked as she climbed them, sauntering towards the edge of night. The wind now wrapped around her, teasing at the jaggedly torn lavender fabric that hugged her waist. It was the moment of no return. Her endless anxiety stood before her.
Covering the green sea color within them, her eyelids folded shut. Her arms lay lifeless at her side, swaying ever so gently with aide from the wind. No more worries. She took the last step.
Her feet landed solely on the rushing air beneath her. There was only forty feet between the wooden planks and the oceans big blue arms. Her breath sucked in.
Awaiting the splash that never came, the tips of her toes barely entered into the water when her back arched. Her arms stretched out on both sides. A soft ripping sound filled the three second silence, along with a gentle sigh. She flew across the water and deep into the heart of the night.