Hit real hard.
The fateful romance commenced
when you mysteriously locked eyes.
Oxygen molecules seemed
to carry his silent kiss
To your smooth solid skull.
Penetrating to the brain
Through your gushing blood.
But, dear, you looked down too quickly
to see the true intentions
written in those beautiful, brown eyes.
You, foolishly, thought he was solid ice,
Let him give you a price,
Made him the center of your life,
When what he truly was, was a falling star.
And I guess he hit you real hard.
I would soothe you, dear sister,
But you snatched the words from my heart
When you assertively claimed,
’it’s absurd for hearts to be broken.
They are made of strong cardiac muscle.’
You forgot that the heart is myogenic.
It dances to its own sound of music.
When you sang Ed Sheeran’s perfect
Thinking he will not give you up this time
He chanted, ’baby I’m perfect,
If you like causing trouble up hotel rooms
I can be the one you love from time to time.’
While you acknowledged
he was ’the reason why
You were dancing in the mirror,
singing in the shower,’
he was thinking ‘these girls ain’t loyal.’
You thought that when he sang
‘You are amazing just the way you are’
it was because you are from out of space
Nah, he thought of ‘your waist in particular.’
Didn’t the poets work to record detailed testimonies
Didn’t the scientists’ time machine carry their words across centuries.
Those great writers that weaved words into emotion,
Were their words thrown into the mind’s ocean?
Because waves are now crushing
on the cardiac shore of your landlocked heart.
Sadness now floods those four chambers
That you swore would swell with love.
Your mind, saw the surface,
that undoubtedly beautiful face.
Your eyes, skimmed down
that well portioned body,
Clothed in vibrant colors.
I don’t blame you for falling in love
he was made to outer perfection.
But, dear, you looked down too quickly
To see the wrinkle
Or is it dimple
Oh, it certainly caused a ripple.
But he’s a falling star.
or is it, a shooting star?
falling star . . .