Queen of Hearts

She always was the Queen of Hearts

And the simpleton
that I am,
watched
in ignorant bliss
as she added mine
to her
collection

She was the girl you took for a spin

Not the one you took home

She'd give you
one hell
of a ride...
...on some days...

...and just hell
on others

Her eyes
always
wandered
too far

Her spirit...
...too free

Now I should probably let her go

And salvage
what's left
of my heart

Cut out
the rotten bits
contaminated
by this twisted
perversion of love

I really should.



Yet she's out there.

Doing God knows what.

And here I am....









...writing poetry