Memories and Heartbreak.

As she

Begins to

Leave,

Her bag

Is now

Much

Heavier.

-a-

A Story to Tell.

And when they

Ask why when

She opens her

Mouth she only

Spills poetry,

She replies,

“My Heart broke

One too many times.

Now every piece has

A story to tell.

Poetry gives the story

Character.”

-a-

What Heartbreak looked like.

When I’d told her I understood, I’d lied.

I hadn’t any idea what heartbreak looked like.

I hadn’t known looking into the mirror

Looked like staring at a corpse.

I hadn’t known heartbreak looked like

A decaying mass of red in the cavity

Where your heart is supposed to be.

I hadn’t known what heartbreak looked like then.

-a-

Not meant to be.

Maybe

We just weren’t

Meant to be.

Not then.

-a-

Born to Fly.

She was so afraid

To step foot outside

The comfort of the nest.

What she hadn’t realised

Was that she was born

With the wings to

Carry her to her dreams.

She was born to fly.

-a-

Set Fire to the World.

Armed with

The fire running

In her blood

Licking up her

Veins and arteries,

Pushing to be

Set free,

She attacked

The blank paper

With the sparks

Of awareness

And saw her words

Set fire to the

World around.

-a-

Summer’s here.

And, when he turned

The corner and found

Summer standing

At the bend of the road,

He exhaled slowly and realised

He could get over the disappointing past.

The seasons were changing.

Summer was just around

The corner afterall.🐚

-a-

Ready to Live.

She sat down on the window sill

And stared as time passed her by.

Remembering the hurt one last time,

She spread the ashes of her past

On a mild breeze

And watched the days

Poignant with her grief flutter away.

She was finally free.

She was ready to live.

Once again.

-a-

Poetry.

The wonder

In your voice

Makes me want to

Spill poetry

All over the

Blank canvas of

Time.

-a-

Falling in Love with Yourself.

Dancing

To the rhythm

Of her heart

Beating in

Her ears

She fell in love

Again.

With herself.

-a-