To Break A Heart

Such a simple art it is

To break a heart.

Intentional? Mostly.

Accidental? Never.

With ignorance of feeling

and lack of compassion

Your fingers dig into soft red flesh.

Stained deep crimson,

Twisting,

Pulling,

Until it rips

And my pulse stops cold in my veins.

Do you expect me to congratulate you

When there is this gaping hold in my chest?

You smile.

Did you mean it?

My sweet murderer,

How macabre you are.

Come, let us dance.

No?

You wish instead

To whisper in the ear

Of the raven-haired princess

Who has a vile taste on her lips.

Was she so beautiful?

I suppose she was.

For there it is...

A poisoned kiss.

You didn’t expect it?

What a nice surprise.

Well,

Congratulations.

I know the title sucks. Oh well.


The Ceiling

Sprawled out on an empty floor
The walls echo with absence
Of anything but me.
A thick smell intoxicates the air
making my head swim sometimes
because its so strong.
The back of my throat aches
As I fight the water welling in my eyes.
Mascara isn't made for this.

The ceiling is a different color.
It isn't white anymore.
We painted it.
Off-white, the color of old piano keys
Color is the first thought on my mind
But color isn't really what im thinking about.

I just painted this
Why do I feel such a strange feeling about it
Why does it puzzle me?
Like some riddle I know I've heard before
But I can't remember the answer.
My head doesn't hurt because of it
My heart does.

It was white when I was a child.
It was white when my childhood was gone.
It was white when my heart was broken
It was white when my heart overflowed with love and happiness.
It was white when I was lonely,
White when the room was full of people.
It was white when I wore pink lace,
White when I wore black leather
White when the walls were pale lavender,
And white when they were red.
It was constant, forever, perpetual white.
Regardless of what else happened.
White - my only stability.

Until today.
Now, in a matter of hours
It's not white anymore.
It seems like a stranger now.
I find it funny, in a way.

This ceiling intrigues me so.
Bumps and cracks and imperfections
That paint will never cover up.
Like a human without humanity.
I wonder if our hearts look like ceilings when you spread them out.
I bet they do.
Ceilings with several paint jobs
Splatters of color, cracks, bumps, and holes.
That paint won't ever cover up.

There's a crack in the ceiling.
I'm not sure how it got there, or how it got so big.
But its gaping and very noticeable.
That is, if you have the thought to look up.
Not everyone is laying on the floor like I am.
Maybe that's why no one ever offers to help with it
Or ask if help is even needed.
It is.

I need someone to come along and fix the ceiling.
This crack is starting to bother me.
The new paint job is fine.
I'll get used to it eventually.
I hope.

There's a heart shaped ceiling in my chest.
With a little crack....