heartbroken: a compilation

Through it all

The first and Last

what was it like?

hitting me the first time

I never knew when it was the last one,

there were too many in between

What did you feel that first time you felt the baby kick

and what was it like when you were his last kick

when your knee hit my stomach

and the blood rushed out

and his little helpless alien form came out

did you care?

what was it like the first time you kissed me 

the first time we had sex

when I bleed everywhere and I was afraid you had killed me

what did it feel like for you

were you pleased with yourself to see me in a daze

high off whatever junk you put me under

did it make you happy

what was it like for you

knowing you were my first love

my first kiss

my first sex

my first punch to the face

my last innocence

my last trust

my last love

Quince

A year older,

it's so special, but only one year

aren't I supposed to be excited

awaiting the feast

but how am I supposed to await

when I feel dead

empty and hollow

dead, no longer living

I want the mass,

the priest and his words

the pictures, the moments

the food

the guests

but the thing I want the most:

the dances

the love, the feeling it's only right now

this moment,

to keep as mine,

forever;

the memories

Fight

so is trying, worth it

is fighting for nothing, 

going to bring something

is it better to quit

to have never tried at all

to give up while I'm ahead