Heartbreak Poetry

I fell in love with the snakiest devil in town

A devil with eons of practice

In the various ways one

Can torture the heart

As always,

It starts with streets lined with gold

This surely will never grow old

The memories pile one upon another

Each one more perilessly romantic than the last

Until that fall from grace

That mask you wore as face

It fell so hard it sent shock waves

Through those memories made of gold

Those memories I still hold dear

Even though the silver tongued devil had

My heart at the time

When things took a turn for the worse,

The mind games, the twists, and turns

Happening to those memories,

And my heart,

oh my heart

My reality is now crumpled like a ball of paper

Like the ball of paper those love notes were on....

That demon had the rights to my heart

Each transgression was more painful than the last

My heart was is seventeen pieces on the floor

I have since swept them up and

Threw them out the door

That pain turned into power

Not just any power

But power of note!

Power to love myself like I never had before,

To kick all that pain out the door,

It took time, I do tell,

My heart frozen for months,

But now I can say,

I fought the devil

and I won