My Broken Heart

You treated me 

like a skeleton in the closet,

refused to even

acknowledge my existence.


Didn't think 

I warranted a tombstone

in your graveyard of 

broken hearts.


But you buried me in the ground

and shoveled on the dirt

until I disappeared.


You lied my heart

to rest 

in pieces.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "Graveyard" by Kelsea Ballerini

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Starward's picture

Brilliant use of metaphor,

Brilliant use of metaphor, making this poem doubly poignant.  The poem you referred to in the note section, is that on postpoems?



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Thanks for the link!

Thanks for the link!