Wednesday, March 6, 2013

My Heart Isn't Breaking

My heart's not breaking, dear.
Don't flatter yourself.

You gave me temporary glaucoma, but I can see again.

You told me about your Build-a-Bear girl and your Arizona girl and all those high school girls.
You never asked about my one boy.
They were his glasses I broke, by the way.
I blinded him and you blinded me.

I hope you meet him in Moscow.
I hope he's your companion and you see my picture and you think "Oh."
You never asked, you know. You never asked how I knew so much about your mission.

My heart has already been broken once by a red-head with glasses who is in Russia.
I wasn't going to be stupid enough to let it happen twice.

I stared at the sun too long and your image burned onto my eyelids. But I blinked -one-two-three- and that was that.

The word 'vague' sticks in the back of my mouth and tastes like a swamp.
I'll gargle you away in a day or two.

I lost approximately zero minutes of sleep over you.

Don't worry, darling.
My heart isn't breaking.

Don't let little stupid things break your happiness.Life is too short to miss out on being really happy. Totally agree with this.

1 comment:

  1. that was gorgeous <3 i'm glad to know you haven't been shattered, if you can still write such beautiful things.