I wanted him to love me
Until he said it
Until he took the words and shoved them into syllables that I could count on just one hand.
The words
The way they sound inside his mouth
The way they look inside the air
Hovering before his face
Their viscous form, blood red
Like strawberry jam—
Yes, I’ll take some, I tell her
She spreads it all around, my grandmother, across the surface of the toast
Young again, and sitting at a wicker kitchen table,
The seeds get stuck inside my teeth—
I wanted him to love me
Until he said it
Until he took the words and broke them, splintered them and used them
Like a toothpick, to pluck the seed inside my teeth
The words
A liar—
Was there ever going to be another way?
The Wild Heart of Life 
Oh Shayleene! This is so beautiful and heartbreaking, I’m feeling it to my bones! Oh god!
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Packed with emotion that hurts.
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Ah, the cruel ways of the world, one wound after another. ❤
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Makes our souls richer though ❤
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As they used to say, “Builds character!’ 😀
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Indeed it does!
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Profound. Compelling. Challenging. Darn good.
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Achingly beautiful. Thank you so much
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