It’s midnight in the city.
Although my mind wants nothing but rest,
the ever present tears of the day,
on the cusp of overflow,
restrict me from doing so.
Today I will not reflect.
Today I will not empathize.
Today all I can do is hold my tears back so as not to drown.
I will let the hurt pour out.
I will let the anger run through my veins.
I will experience the heartbreak through and through.
For today, I will allow myself to be sad.
To ask why.
To scream at Him.
To be angry with Him.
Today I will do that
I let the universe break my heart.
She stomped it to the ground,
minced it with her boots,
and tossed it in front of a train.
Today I was her plaything.
A rag doll she tossed across the room.
She threw me so hard,
I fractured in two.