after you ripped my beating heart
out of its loving, gullible home,
with your cold, bare words,
i realized i was better off
without.

no more journeys down those
dream-filled honey paths
my mind once created
for heart’s private misery.

no more eyes filling up
and falling down
except in nightly memories.

no more hoping waiting dreaming
for your heart to realize
love’s truth and join mine
in sweetly enchanted bliss.

i have buried my love
in the grave i dug,
nine feet into the ground,
far below my imagined realities,
to prevent its resurrection
in your light.

i’ve marked it with a stone
as sensitive as you
but with warmer words.