Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on heartbreak, vulnerability, and the messy beauty of moving forward, even when the words get stuck.

(Authors Note)

12. He was the sea

And there was I

Trembling

My love was

A fierce tempest ravaging my heart

Shaken, my world

Was set ablaze by his gaze

And he was

A dead calm sea

Poetry on the Margins #12 What is the word?

What is it about writers —
that they write about their heartbreak
as if it killed them and life never moved on,
and you never found
that person who truly, un… ummm… unapologetically?!?!
Loved you too?

I have been writing about heartbreak
as if the earth did split open
and swallowed me whole.

Though, it did feel like it.
Life did go on.

How cruel.

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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