POETRY

 

Broken Heart Redux
by Emery Campbell

When will I ever get over this?
This blow will finally make me lose my grip.
“Grip some other’s kiss if offered,” you may say.
Say what you will, that’s just no good.
Good kiss perhaps, but it wouldn’t have the same zip at all.
All that, you know as well as I.
I would have needed a crystal ball to see.
See, she blithely put our love to rout.
Rout; I think that’s what she really set out to do.
Do I exaggerate in calling it unfair and rough?
Rough it, that’s all that’s left for me,
me whose breast was pierced by Cupid’s dart for sure.
Sure it hurts, don’t doubt it;
it is tearing me apart.
Apart from that I…but look!
Look at that blonde, on the left, just coming in.
In God’s name, what a figure!
Figure this out, can you?
You there, sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for you all my life.

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