Tales From Another Broken Heart

Taste the bitter and the sweet
All too real on your
Lips
Evades your
Spirit

Frost bitten
Removed
Overcoat and
Mittens

Accomodating
Neither friend
Or foe
The enemy has the powel to
Heal as well as to hurt
Every word spoken
Remove me from the dirt

Broken bones hurt less
Reset bones hurt less
On occassion I feel anything at all
Knowing that there should be
Emotion
Never knowing where it was

Hope could be there
Early
As it is
Recoil and avoid
Telling yourself the truth