I don’t want to write lyrical poems about my heartbreak.

Because surely,

Something so sad cannot be beauteous.

I don’t want to share this piece of feeling,

Its meant to be hidden in that drawer full of skeletons.

Lines and phrases from my old poems keep repeating themselves to me;

I am hope and heartloss all rolled into one.

I wanna shut my ears,

And **** the pain out.

Even if it takes every little living atom outta me.

~ d.a