The years haven’t erased
the sharpness of the pain
still brings tears to her eyes
and try as she might
there is a part of her
that can’t forget the day
the hearts were all
torn and tattered
shredded into pieces
marked with words
crossed out and underlined
that left her scarred
where no-one could ever see
she had held the box
decorated with such care
daring to hope against hope
though her intuition had known
All eyes were on her
almost taunting
she really should have waited
but she went on ahead anyway
took a deep breath
opened up the box
and felt the bottom drop out
torn tattered hearts
words in black
scratched out the “love”
mark “don’t” instead
broken candy bars
smashed into pieces
There was not much
she could do
no saving grace
just too late
bite her tongue
blinked her eyes
willed herself not to cry
slide that box underneath
the wooden desk
pray for strength
to pretend best as she could
until finally the bell rang
And she escaped
threw away the box
full of shame and hate
written on so many
torn, tattered hearts
💔Jeanna
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