just shut up about your broken heart.
they’re a drug on the market,
a cheap commodity nobody wants to buy.
you can’t step out of your doorway
without tripping over a pile of them
and they’re messy,
bleeding acid and tears and multicolored pain
all over the damn place.
sew up your chest and live with it,
because what other choice do you have
except oblivion –
and truthfully, who’s worth that?
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Sucking it up and moving on.