my heart
lies awake
all night
in the dark
waiting
for you
even though
my mind
has attempted
to explain
to it
too many times
that you are not
coming back.
ever.
not when the
sun rises
and not when
it sinks
not when the
tide turns
and not when
the stars realign.
my heart,
she does not listen
to reason.
she only remembers
the sound of
your heart
and how it
would beat
against yours.
she knows
what you sound like
smell like
and how warm
you feel.
she wants you
back.
stupid.
she has forgotten
the bruises
you marked her with.
(convenient, huh?)
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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The Harvest
Koyi wobbled to her shabby wood and straw kaz, holding her machete and an old burlap bag with some yams. Someone had laid another basket in front of the patched up door—rose apples today. They were a bright reddish pink, looking waxy and crisp, just the way she liked them. The culprit knew her very well. Those would be crunchy, juicy and sweet—she could tell—but she gathered all the will she could muster and pushed the basket aside to enter her home. She had already said no repeatedly and would not be taking bribes.
By Lily Séjorabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Love your poem .
My heart is stupid for the same reason. She never learns. Loved your poem!
Beautifully done. And that ending! Wow. The convinience of memory is a powerful beast for sure!