these hands
with
heartbreak
shaky hand flipping
through the last three pages
of a tragedy
a hero dies
a stray star falls
a prince leaves on
a horse-drawn carriage
there is no changing
of the ending
heartbreak is reaching
for the empty space in bed
leaving your fingers
in technicolored bruises
how can emptiness
break one’s bones
it is scrubbing your skin dry
raw and untouchable
where she once laid her kisses
heartbreak is your nails
digging through her letters
in utter despair
for invisible ink
a promise in the postscript
an estranged lover
in familiar flesh
only to find torn sheets
spilled wine
and finality
—giving heartbreak a name but nothing defines the feeling of being left alone by you
STAI LEGGENDO
an ocean of teardrops
PoesiaI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
