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The Desert of My Heart Dries All the Unseen Tears
Prose Poetry
You left your scorch marks across my verdant fields. The green withered to dust and dirt, robbed of all nutrients. My life-saving blood barely beat through my veins. Every heartbeat was an education in pain.
My vines that had once embraced you became the ropes that wound around me, draining me of the vibrancy I had once claimed as mine. The seeds of my love died before they could sprout from the ground, and the water that had once been our succor evaporated beneath the sun of your unfeeling ways.
Tears — what use are they when all they do is take away what little sustenance I have? You made me a husk, no chance of a lifetime, a broken heart ready to shatter into knives I might use to protect myself the next time.
The desert became my safe space, and my oasis no longer opened to strangers. I thought I was keeping myself whole, or at least patched up, until the day you tried to walk into my territory again.
What did you think? That I’d be waiting for you all this time? I don’t know if you’re being cruel or just oblivious — but what does it matter? This land is mine, not yours. You decided to leave in the first place. I’m no longer yours to claim.
