Scattered, Shattered and Scarred
More alliteration and more heartbreak
I have an interesting collection of poems here. I don’t write poetry with any other goal in mind than expressing an emotion, and for that reason, every poem I write has its own identity.
The poems in this collection share a theme, but each one has an identity of its own.
Each poem was born from a moment in time when my mind goes back to the “scene of the crime” searching for clues, and each time we return a new angle emerges. The clues keep piling up, together they tell a story. the mystery feels less mysterious each time.
And the victim? You know the victim… 😉
Broken promises
Broken promises,
their hearts connecting,
through shattered remains
of souls torn apart.
Hopeful promises,
their souls collecting,
the scattered remains
of their broken hearts.
Fragments of shattered hearts
I smile. Another fragment found its spot.
We fix. Our love mended your shattered heart.
You leave. And left my heart in scattered shards.
Refill
Is it dry?
Let me refill it,
and I'll give you more.
Understand,
I can't keep pouring
from an empty heart.
Open letter
Yes.
Say it, share that,
and send one more,
write it better,
just bare your heart...
No!
Save it, scratch that,
it's been enough
open letters
to a closed heart.
So there you have it—the evidence laid out, the clues assembled, the story told. From broken promises becoming hopeful connections, to letters written to hearts that will never open.
The mystery isn't so mysterious anymore, is it? We know how these crimes of the heart unfold. We know the patterns, the evidence, the inevitable conclusion.
But here's the real question: when you conduct your own investigation into past heartbreaks, what clues do you find? What story emerges when you piece together your own fragments?
If you enjoyed this collection and want to read more of my work, here’s a poem exploring a different side of loneliness:
The victim survives to write another day—scarred, maybe wiser, definitely still searching for clues in new scenes. Because apparently, we never learn... 😉
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I fell in love with your words and voice on Cassian's collaboration.
Enamorada de tu palabra y voz....🖤
heartfelt, heartache, in a collection of heartbreak.
I have often wondered if heart starts with hear because hearts break when no one listens.