Breaking Up.

Your first love

is one that you will

remember forever.

You thought you loved him.

You were an item, a couple,

class sweethearts.

Everyone thought you were

destined to be together forever.

Yet, as you were coming of age

you suddenly felt your world

tumbling and cascading around you.

The faucet got turned off

and there was now no more water

to let your first love grow.

He came to you and got you

within arms reach

and then when his words

poured out,

suddenly you felt a sting.

His words kept spilling out

upon a shattered heart.

It’s over, over, over.

We can’t go on.

Yet, he wanted one more kiss.

It was a kiss he shouldn’t have gotten,

yet, you wanted things to go back

to the way they were after you

kissed him for the last time.

And then he disappeared from your life.

Your battered heart fell upon

the train tracks and the train carelessly

careened over it and messed it up.

You cried in your bed, and had the kleenex

nearby.  Filled a brown bag

with your shedded tears.

Yet they kept rolling over hot cheeks

and your nose gets stuffed up.

You felt like your world had crashed

and your life was over.

And you felt like you were cast away

like the broken doll that you are.

You know the one, that china doll

with the soft eyes, black hair

and the victorian dress

with the calico print.

She’s been thrown across the

room because she is you

and now you are a frozen charlotte

who can’t feel a thing.

Frozen heart, needs to be unthawed,

yet she can’t feel a thing

for fear that her heart will get stabbed

again.

Yet, finally as she drowns in her sorrow

she realizes that she needs to be

pulled out of her well

and become unearthed

so her heart can feel love once more.

Jennifer Jo Fay

December 27, 2011