I walk out the door wearing my heart upon my sleeve.
I walk out the door on my conquest to tell you how I feel.
On the journey there, I feel ever so self conscious.
So nervous that I start to fiddle with my sleeves.
I trip over the little cracks in the pavement.
I keep bumping in to other people and carry on murmuring 'sorry'.
It gets to the point where my sleeve starts to unravel.
The thread now unpicked and the entire sleeve is now detached from me.
Thank God!
What a relief!
It feels like a weight off my weak frame.
My unsteady walk turns to a calm stroll, then a catwalk, jog and finally morphs into a free sprint.
Finally, I feel free now that I'm heartless.
Despite what everyone thought of a heartless, I didn't feel cold, ruthless or dead.
I feel like a rainbow, I feel light, like a burst of laughter.
I feel like while I was running in a random direction, I was indeed going to combust into millions of brightly coloured petals.
Maybe I feel like this because I don't need to obsess who to give my heart to, nor do I need to fret about who will bulldozer it.
Though, for someone who no longer had a heart I felt I could finally love myself.
So I never did end up in front of your doorstep with a timid smile.
But I suppose, if you ever were important, I'd get there in the
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
