The way forward is with a broken heart
The way back is the horrid memories we store within.

Does love live here?
After the many times we rehearsed
The scenes we shared.
The look, your manner,
each kiss: left me torn.
Because we no longer speak
Nor listen to our compliants.
I beg thee change.
I different, nor you the same.
My heart came out of my chest.
To rest on the sidewalk
Of a dirty street.
I pick up my remains
and walk about driven insane.
Race playing both cards
Of heritage and culture.
You don't love me.
I claim.
The way forward
is with a broken heart.
.
.
//lysander

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that is amazing. i am floored.
-lamandala