I have a pocket full of love hearts,
crumbled dusty shards
of old love that fell apart.
The messages no longer visible,
but they are etched to my brain,
like the lightning strike hit,
of a kiss in the pouring rain.
Those rose-tinted words,
that say we'll be together
until the end,
their sweetness masks a bitter taste
that stays in your mouth for days.
As the lies printed
become like blood on chalk,
just a turn of phrase, a wasted talk
that you shared instead
with all those other men
that you invited
to share your bed
way back when.
I have a box of chocolates,
sat in the dark recesses of my room.
Still wrapped in greased paper,
mould consumed, fur encased,
remind me of the way
you left me with a broken heart,
and a fragile mind,
when you picked my life apart,
scar by scar, you drove in words,
like nails hammered into the sands of time.
The faded card, coated in cobwebs,
still sits, looming over me,
like a record of your greatest hits.
The sun-kissed way you'd say
this love can never fly away,
your heart won't ever stray.
You talked of never being apart,
except for all those nights
when you were baiting another heart.
Leading them into your trap,
where if they rest their head for a nap
you will let the guillotine snap.
I still have the flowers,
beside me, like discarded hearts
left in a cemetery. Old and wilted,
musty scent stains fingers,
no sweet perfume lingers.
Just the scent of decay.
I hold them
like a badge of pride,
how I’m still smiling loud,
all the pain that you placed inside
slowly ebbing away.
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Kyle
