when the day comes
and my heart breaks,
it won't be a big bang
that starts anew,
it'll be constant light taps on it
until cracking begins.
and as the hands on the clock
go round and round,
the taps will turn to violent stabs
coming with the great offer of
free infinite, unbearable
p a i n .
it'll be one last tap,
and my fragile heart,
too weak,
too late to fix,
will crumple to shattered pieces.
and the shards
will fly and jab themselves
into every crevice of my mind,
breaking apart sanity,
stirring up thoughts,
cutting wounds that bleed emotions.
when the day comes
and my heart breaks,
i won't tell you.
i won't tell you
that you were the one
who broke it.
because i'd rather keep my broken heart
to myself
than have your heart feel guilt
when i know it's innocent.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
