she thinks she was born
without a heart
or she might have
given it away
to the broken men she’s bedded
or the women she held
until they fell asleep.
she could have lost it to her father
who she never calls her father
or her mother who still does not
look her in the eye.
maybe she left it
in the childhood she never had -
somewhere far away
but her chest is empty.
the world tells her to find love
but it is not what she is looking for.
she likes passion and destruction
and beautiful storms
the mountains and the valleys
but never the ground.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (5)
Brilliant poem. When we learn to live in a storm, it takes work to stand steady instead of flying with it.
Gosh this was so intense, poignant and emotional! Loved your poem!
Wishing for a happy breakthrough
Damn oh damn, you keep knocking them out of the park, Sara. The whole thing was beautiful. All painful, heartfelt, destructive beauty, but those last couple of lines were just the best way to end it. I hope you find peace though and find something more. :)
Just stunning again Sara. My heart is in my mouth 🤍