(a revision of a poem that pretty much sucked)
It breaks. Heartbreak is that thing when
it’s too windy to go up in a hot air balloon
that’s actually a belated Valentine date,
but the current running through the sky
is just gentle enough to fly a kite. You tie your
heart to the string with your
head as captain and sail.
Your bones are leaves caught in the
draft running rampant through
his mind and he has the decency
to step around your body, crunch pieces of
someone else instead. You are whole
and your heart remains free
of the glue drenching so many others.