Issue 5 - October 2020
The First Time Your Heart Broke By Rose Lederer
The first time your heart broke I wish I had been there. I wish I had known you To cut this wiring Before the electrical current gained traction. When I see you I have two thoughts; What inside of you keeps convincing you to stay? You say you love him, that you’re not happy without him, But are you happy with him? If you’re going to break, shatter. Like the glass bottle did on your head. Like his mind did two years ago. I pray you have the courage to break This carnival mirror you see yourself through. Maybe no one ever told you That breaking mirrors is only bad luck If you’re distorting your image of yourself. You already do that. I wish I could control the ocean; So that every grain of sand polished Could be used to fashion a mirror; So you could see yourself How I see you.
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