One* day, I hope you know, sweet heart. That words spoken from your lips to mine were tied by that smile & ribboned by wispy threads of memories,
the way you stared at me in off-handed moments; your eyes playing peek-a-boo with mine across a place filled with beating hearts.
Mine was the fastest, that I do know.
That you pulled pieces of my heart apart slow & soft like a promise,
then jigsawed it back together.
But surely, it splintered into indecipherable pieces that escapes my hopeful fingertips.
The irony is I don't wish that upon you either. I hope you do know, I really *do.
I truly think that sweet-heart is a gorgeous thing to call someone. :") Oh my goodness, about to reach a milestone in Hello Poetry. aydouaoiudaoda. *happy dance* Hope you enjoyed this nonsensical writing! xo