I Wear My Heart At My FeetIt was a seemingly ordinary morning as I began to illegally walk across the street to arrive at my favorite coffee shop to purchase my usual order- a butter croissant, and a regular coffee. I have not ceased this custom for the past four months indicating either signs of obsession or fear of change. However, my little tradition is disrupted, as I suddenly notice a dear friend of mine sadly standing on the street corner with her heart lying beside her feet. I stop in dismay, and then run frantically to aide her in any way possible.I Wear My Heart At My Feet6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Friend! Good friend! Is that your heart laying in pieces beside your feet?" I exclaim rapidly through gasps of breath.
"It fell," she responded in a hardly audible and monotonic voice.
"Dear God! Aren't those required to live?"
"I believe so. I do feel dead."
"Yet, you're breathing and speaking before me. Why it's inconceivable."
"Perhaps, we're fixated on stereotypes of what it means to be deceased?"
"Well, that's reasonable and quite probable. But, tell me
All Dressed Up And No Where To GoI drape myself in wordsAll Dressed Up And No Where To Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With redundant fabrics,
And "happy ending" slip-on shoes.
I conceal my precious nudity.
I hang "love" on one ear,
And "me" on the other.
Dead HeartsI want you to have fond memories of me,Dead Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
especially, when you're with her.
It might sound selfish,
well, it is incredibly selfish--
but, at this point, I think it's only fair.
I want the joyful scent of pomegranate
to softly whisper by your nose,
and make you turn
to see if I'm standing there.
Every time you see a box of dark chocolates at the store,
I want you to consider purchasing them
until you recall that there's no one to buy them for.
When you hear on the radio
that song I tried to sing,
and failed so horribly at,
I want you to chuckle out loud.
(So she'll wonder what you're thinking.)
We went to Chinatown together
because you wanted to get lost together,
and you took her there either way.
While you're both there,
I hope you let slip my name instead of hers.
She'll pretend she didn't notice,
but you'll hear the hints of pain,
through the barely there quivers in her voice.
You'll pretend you didn't notice.
I want you to wish she had some qualities