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Breaking her heart
by Steve Michaels"I didn't write it for you." My
words scattering her
thoughts like frightened flies
postured aggression melting
into whiskey whine
She stubs out her cigarette, scratches
a lying earlobe and
smiles. "Sure you
did!!" screams and
bolts
I turn back to my chiming smartphone
"No, no I didn't."
03/18/2013 Posted on 03/19/2013
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/19/13 at 02:31 PM I like poems that retain a semblance of mystery about them and whoever these words were written for, they are wonderfully expressed and would tempt anyone who reads them to say, surely they were written specifically for me, the reader that is. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/17/15 at 12:20 AM I agree that there's a mysteriousness to this, but also a familiarity -- feels more like vivid glimpse into this scene to me...intriguing... |
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