You would think I'd learned my lesson,
put my heart out for the last time. . .
You ripped me to shreds without trying,
ground my soul into bloodied dust.
Yet, just the sight of your name
stirs those passions I tried to resist.
How many ways can a person be a fool?
More ways than I ever thought possible.
I sit by a phone that does not ring.
I stare at its sterile plastic shell.
Knowing it will not fill this void with
the voice I love more than life itself.
Where does a wounded heart go to die?
You threw me away again and again without
even knowing the wounds you inflicted,
without caring about the hurt I felt.
Foolish woman, I sit here, sick and pale,
trying to find a way to cope with the
sorrow that is burning me to ashes,
blown away in a wind carrying no remorse. |
Submission Name: Lessons
