I haven't had my heart broken.
But I have thrown it against another person
and broke it myself.
He would've looked handsome in wedding photos,
but even more in a suit and tie
on the other side of the divorce court.
He would roll up his sleeves like a lawyer.
He would say things like:
You ruined my life when you got pregnant.
As if babies were something a woman conjured inside
herself out of lovesickness and desperation.
A snare in which to trap a man like him.
But instead I broke myself on him like surf on the ramparts.
I foamed and spat and washed myself right back
out to sea again.
And all I have is a notch on my map, marking
a shallow harbor,
a few torn sails
and an empty womb.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I haven't had my heart broken.
But I have thrown it against another person
and broke it myself.
He would've looked handsome in wedding photos,
but even more in a suit and tie
on the other side of the divorce court.
He would roll up his sleeves like a lawyer.
He would say things like:
You ruined my life when you got pregnant.
As if babies were something a woman conjured inside
herself out of lovesickness and desperation.
A snare in which to trap a man like him.
But instead I broke myself on him like surf on the ramparts.
I foamed and spat and washed myself right back
out to sea again.
And all I have is a notch on my map, marking
a shallow harbor,
a few torn sails
and an empty womb.
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