hearts – Ishara K. Agostini

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

(A Haiku Quintet)

I had given my

heart to someone who

didn’t

know how to hold it.

Instead, they cradled

it like an adolescent

with a stranger’s

child:

awkward and uneasy,

with a fear of falling

head first and snapping.

I gave my heart to

someone who didn’t

quite want

it and was surprised

when they gave it back.

They said to keep it

safe, but

their fingers left

bruises.

Hey guys, i’m not dead! I wrote a poem and everything. Read on for delicious teen angst. -.-

Heartburn

You are bad for my heart.

Premature ventricular contractions,

Unexpected palpitations,

Chronic pain that no

Clinically proven prescription can palliate,

With prolonged burning from passions

Long since passed.

All you’d left was a hole,

And I was defective.

Recovery is slow,

I’m still clogged with thoughts of you,

But the heart is a muscle

So I’m working it out to be stronger.

Remission lulls into complacency,

So relapse is swift, acutely reminding

That chronic pain is persistent.

It is a return of the now-expected,

Unexpected palpitations:

You are still bad for my heart.