Submissions by queenofspades

You stare at me and query
if my love is still the same.
Open the velvety folds of my heart;
Grope to discover
if you feel its remains.

Don't worry.
It's not dead,
just transformed
from fireworks
to winks in the sky.

There's so much responsibility
tugging at the edges of me,
ripping me apart with no discretion
in each and every direction.

By the time half of me
does a fourth of one thing
and an eighth of another,
it only leaves about a sixteenth of me
that's free to do as I please,
which is usually...