how consistent one's heart can be

now in your haste,
you've created a
montage of emotions.

you told me you knew
how to do anything,
but i watch you with
your rickety fingers and
wonder how consistent
one's heart can be with
such erratic hands.

i came to you like a torn
still frame.
blown in the wind,
ripped, tattered, cracked.

you took one look at me,
one real look,
and you froze,
with terror,
with uncertainty,
with love.

your eyes shred me to pieces
and one gusty morning,
you blew me away.





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