I was asked the other day
if I'd ever had my heart
broken before and
I would've said yes but
how could I possibly
have articulated the feeling
of when it was dropped
unknowingly stepped on
pulverized until it was
swept away and scattered
by the wind
until I was so sure
that it was never there
until I was so sure
that to love itself was sin
as if I were Hades
stealing Persephone away
from the mother who loved her so
from the mortals who needed her
as if it were better for
a creature such as myself
to stay under bridges
hidden away in caves
shelving away the pain
cremating sentiments and
shoving what-could-have-beens
in caskets
tell me how is it possible
to say all of that
with a nod
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Flock Of Amazing Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of my favorite poems, which I have collected so far. It has the biggies like Walt Whitman or Byron, but it also has some of lesser known poets who write just jaw-dropping poetry.
