The Queen of Lonely Hearts

A Poem

Photo by Simi Iluyomade on Unsplash

the first break is always the hardest —
or so I’ve been told again and again
by people so much wiser than I.

little town, country road,
backwater gossip —
oh, I made it through it all.

it was easy to imagine
life unrolling just like this.

then you walked in —

and your smile was the lure —
hook, line, sinker —
to catch me from deeper waters.

my heart knew it was all wrong
from the start, from the start —
but who was I to argue with fate?

small body, big dreams,
so much life to live —
oh, I never saw you coming.

it was simple to think
you’d be my one and only.

then you walked away —

and your talk was the drug
keeping me fixated
long after the withdrawal.

my heart loved the pain,
that tug and pull game,
no matter all the losses.