These are shallow thoughts,
But like a bird with no wings I return for more.
That fool’s smile resurrects my heart,
A soul screaming for punishment.
So I fall to his bed of roses,
But I never saw the thorns ’til they tickled my blood.
Floating on a cloud of false promises,
I fall through
Thinking that his arms will be there to catch me.
Surely once a heart has been broken
Will it not learn from its mistakes?
Fool that I am.
Breathing your lies and betrayal
I’m caught for air.
Published in Crannog Magazine, Issue 7