
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—on the contrary, the fact that life goes on is not as sad as I make it seem in the second piece. This poem probably did come from a real feeling, but gosh, was I theatrical.
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.

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