He held her heart
in his hands
Knowing he had the power
Just as spring rain
nourishes a flower
He didn't
He let the heart wither
and die
Discarded the ashes
without a second thought
And she stood there and cried
while they scattered to the
wind.
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Have you ever been having a good day only to come home and have your heart and soul shattered by four words? Have you ever felt the excruciating pain of feeling your heart disintegrate inside your chest? Trust me when I tell you, it is not a pleasant feeling. It does not feel good to come home from work and have your husband tell you he wants a divorce. The tidal wave of emotion that runs through you so hard and so fast that even your fingertips tingle. Like electricity is going to start sparking off of your digits.
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Your poetry leaves an indelible mark.