Love like comparison to summer days
and broken hearts like heavy, hurting chests
make no sense to me.
Love was reading her favorite book and
trying to figure her out in every line.
Love was sending random greeting cards--
"Get well soon" even though she wasn't sick.
Heartbreak was having to set my own alarm
since she wouldn't be getting up before me anymore.
Heartbreak was smiling and lying to the cashier
about why I was returning so many things.
Beating hearts and crying rivers? Spare me.
Love and heartbreak are more about
buying groceries for another person
than they are about poetic sentiment.
2 comments:
Good to see that you're writing again, o wandering one, but some updated contact information would be dandy, since I haven't heard from you via e-mail for so long. :-P
— Samuraiter
I am very much appreciated sharing your view!
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