dear heartbreaker:
did it make you feel powerful?
did it make you feel good?
did breaking my heart give you that same rush
your kiss gave me?
i've been lying in bed for two days straight,
paging through my journal,
a pen cap bent between my teeth.
i've been waiting for this:
the first heartbreak,
the first muse.
but you were my first real muse.
you inspired me to write poetry
about the light in your eyes,
and the sun in your smile.
you made me believe in love.
and now, you've made me believe in heartbreak.
i don't know if i should thank you
or hate you.
YOU ARE READING
dear heartbreaker
Poetryyou'll live forever in the pages of my journal; i can't think of a worse punishment. [a book of prose for all the broken hearts out there]
