unspoken word

She broke my heart
while smiling
but she was so beautiful
it was moments before it hurt

that’s the problem
with being a poet
falling in love with impossibles
is something of a job requirement

as soon as she’ d realised her actions
she held my hand fast
apologised
said she hadn’t meant it
i was so lost in her eyes
it didn’t matter that she did

because love is a loaded term after all
broken hearts renew themselves
eventually
it all felt a bit metaphorical
totally fictional really

but even the most jaded
secretly wish for happy endings
romantics switch from swelling hearts
to those that require mending
but she
broke my heart
while smiling

and this has all been fictional
metaphorical strictly speaking
love is a loaded term after all
hearts repair themselves
eventually…