He'll tell you that
I broke his heart,
and you'll believe him because
with all that pain in his eyes,
how could you not?
But he'll keep it to himself that he
set fire to the best parts of me
and stepped back to watch me burn.
And he'll never trust you enough to mention that
my body was a world map to him,
and all he wanted to do
was explore.
And he won't dare speak about the way
his hands gripped the steering wheel
to keep them off my neck
when he could no longer control his anger.
So yes,
I broke his heart,
but only to protect mine
from further casualty.
-k.w//World Map
First full length poem I've been able to write since getting out of my abusive relationship.