Lovers IV: The Broken
Beware the shards of a broken heart
We could choose not to fight,
not be alone for one night.
Let's make Valentine's
the day we put things right.
Gather the shards
and razor parts
of our exploded past
and try not to cut ourselves.
If you can't, I understand.
If you don't love me,
neither can I.
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Addison Alder
Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.
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Comments (3)
Ouch. I thought "romantic" as I read through it until those last two lines. So much riding on new relationships. Love the succinctness of this and how much power and depth you pack into it. Thank you for sharing this as part of your submissions for the book as it meant I got to read it. Will let you know which I chose in the comments section of that piece! :)
Wow so deep and really strong emotion of wanting to love again.
I feel this one, Addison. Those last two lines hit close to home.