A Ruptured Heart
A Ruptured Heart
A ruptured heart spews out
all its love, all its care,
like a punctured balloon
frenzied flitting through the air.
A deflated heart lies
on the floor of the mind
like an old used condom,
moist memories entwined.
A perforated heart,
like a sponge once steeped
in the lubricant of love,
dries stiff in a loveless heap.
If you sore wound the heart
of one you profess to love,
then your only legacy
is the betrayal thereof.
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