my younger self told me a story
that a heart being broken
Down into little bits
well, it was a great story, but there was no ending
Someone who decided to break my heart
First of all forgot to mention that in my youth, I recall vividly telling myself that the moments that made up of my favorite subject: long snow days with lots of hot cocoa, quiet moments of feeling free in the back yard creeks
The bike rides with my sisters went flying down a long, deep street, zooming past even as I really recall feeling appreciative in that moment
Like I knew my future
So my younger self kept telling me that story to a much more enlightened person
Love stories that were broken
Before they hit the ground, never running
Dead on arrival
My heart is broken
You
Didn't care
Your heart, thinking about it broken
Makes me cry.
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I love the relaxed way you write and the immediacy of expressing emotions. Well done once again!
Well written poem!
Great pice! Thank you!
A very unique, original, well crafted piece
Well-wrought! Some broken hearts mend. Some broken hearts reveal themselves to be cocoons, or akasa. Love is never vain!
The age of innocence and hope before we know exactly how broken we and others can become.
Gosh this hit me so hrad because it was so relatable. Loved your poem+
You nailed it!!!❤️❤️💕 Now, my thoughts reflect on snow days and hot cocoa!!!
Ah, this piece hits like a bittersweet snowball—memories of creeks, bike rides, and hot cocoa blending into heartbreak? Oof. Younger you really knows how to tell a story, and current you nailed the ending: raw, reflective, and dripping with emotion. Keep writing—it’s golden.✨