April love fades into the heat of of June
and I wonder how those candy hearts
on the floor with their invitations have
grown lame and lamentable if not
all together sorrowful in their garish
dyed pink witticisms.
So Once we were in love like everyone else
until something changed that I could not
quite figure out. Couldn't place my
finger on it because it was happening
out of sight in hotel rooms where
conversations not stilted like these hearts
these damnable hearts were echoing
against curtains. A stranger introduced you
who was my friend, yet it is I that sits
tattered red and pink heart in hand
throwing these hearts
these damnable hearts
away for fear I might read one
that promises you love me
when I know you love me not.
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