Taking Off The Armour [Poem]

Though heartbroken, a woman thanks her killer for breaking her heart, because it revealed her own heart to herself. 

They’re calling you a ‘killer’.

Perhaps it’s true.

left in your wake.

Though you pleaded

‘you didn’t want to hurt me’.

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You stomped all over my moist,

green heart.

‘Til it was black

blue-barren.

I never realised hearts were so

delicate yet

heavy

to heal.

Perhaps they’re not meant to be

healed.

‘Killers’ congratulate themselves

on their victories

while the dying

lie abandoned in a

corner.

Yet in that dingy,

inhospitable crook….

I’d rather be the one

with the warm,

weeping heart

than the chilly,

unforgiving one.

So thank you ‘killer’

for revealing our hearts.

To love one first has to die.

I’m taking off the armour.

Isn’t it time you took off yours?

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