A broken heart.

he asked me
who broke my heart
but my heart breaks are not fixated
on the number of boys who
wandered through
my heart breaks for reasons far beyond that
it breaks at the painful
reminders of injustice
and the sadness
that runs deeper than a river
because my heart break is at best,
what my soul feels some days.

–ciriacisbeth

Published by ciriacisbeth

Writer. Organizer. Believer.

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