I’ve never experienced heartbreak
in the traditional sense,
but I’ve felt the breaking of myself,

shattered into little pieces,
to fit in the mold of me

I’ve known the fracture of my needs,

bent and twisted to support you unconditionally,

until I forgot where I ended and you began.

I haven’t known heartbreak in the way they speak of it,

but I’ve mourned the self I never had,

grieved for the things I could never hold,

stumbling over my own words,

falling in silence,

afraid I didn’t matter,
disappearing slowly

No, I haven’t known heartbreak in the traditional sense,

and maybe that’s why I’m afraid of breaking hearts,
because the only thing left in me
are fragments of a shape I was,
before I trimmed my edges,
cutting away the parts of me that couldn’t fit,
Over and over, until there was nothing left.

When you know you know, they say,
And when I met you, I knew,
But up until that moment,
I had known nothing at all.

Had I known that morning would be our last,
I would have made coffee for you,
like you always did for me.
I would have watched the steam rise,
watched it disappear,
the way our love did.

Had I known that morning would be our last,
I would have stayed in bed a little longer,
just a few more seconds,
pressed my feet against yours,
felt your breath on my skin,
and have  that memory to play on repeat

Had I known that morning would be our last,
I would have told you
about all the lives I have lived for you.
And I would have poured you coffee,
Just like I had poured all of me into you,
And I would have watched the steam fade into nothing, just like I did.

The words slipped out-
"I don’t want this anymore"
Had I blinked,
I wouldn’t have said it.

And just like that,
they took shape,
sharp as thorns,
wilting his smile
as they struck.

And just like that,
I stood alone,
Had I blinked,
he wouldn't be gone.

Their good bye echoed as trains swept past in orange ribbons of motion and light.
They stood still with smiles quietly glowing, reaching out to hold time in their hands, hoping it wouldn’t slip away.

They were torn apart by trains bound for opposite destinations,
But their souls remained dancing on the electric rails
Rising like mist in the moonlight,
Carrying their laughter through magic dust lingering in the air

For a fleeting moment, time shimmered-
between the trains, and the faceless passengers.
And they held onto eternity, transcending the faces of the unknown,
Forever in their memories

A serpent calling Eden home,
Her gaze a fire, her soul made of stone
In the temple of shadows, she was queen,
Betrayer of faith, betrayer of love, serene.

The sweet fruit she offered, ripe with a curse,
Men fell to her feet like they fell in Rome.
But no god or human could claim her soul,
Heaven burned where her name was known.

She crowned herself with a halo of lies,
Her whispers salvation, the poison's disguise
In the Garden of Eden she was not Eve,
Breaker of promises, breaker of chains, finally free.