His heart’s in my mind
Answer the why
I still pondered:
“Is it mine?”
“When would I be there?”
***
“Never!”
Murmured his smirky eyes
As he passed by
***
Reasons were clear
I was too smooth to be loved
Not tough to be hated
I was not for caress
Nor for quarrel
My heart was but icy blood
One touching it
It melted away
***
“Love is too harsh”
“Smoothy heart is but trouble”
I wonder
***
He mistakenly brushed my heart
In an unforeseen hug
His fingers were too hot
It melted away
I felt like pondering
“Am I the nutrient beverage to water his dry heart?”
“Am I the water for his burning heart?”
***
I was but some funky sauce for the entrée
He just tasted the red beverage
Too sweet to be first
He went on to most tasty recipes
***
My mind was a maze
When I stopped feeling my heart
It fell on a white ceramic floor
And he trampled on it
***
Smash!
Splash!
One second passed
His feet were on the red beverage
By and by
Spatter after spatter
My heart followed his path
***
My heart was too smooth
And love is too harsh
My heart was but icy blood
And he was so hot
I lost my heart
But his is still in my mind
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I loved your last stanza the most. It was super relatable. Also loved all the imageries you've used. Excellent poem!