I thought
my sexuality
was the only thing
that would confuse me this much…
You left a hole in my heart
that looks years to fill.
Each shovel of dirt packed in solid,
now feeling a bit crumbly.
Why now?
The year-long construction project
can’t be undone. Shouldn’t be…
Time.. I thought you were on my side.
Fate or something, why do you hurt me?
Why throw hurtles at my heart and expect it to be stable?
I am not sure how to respond…
Again.. why now…?
Who thought it was funny
to play with my heart again?
I should count my blessings this wasn’t a year ago..
This poem, this ramble of sorts, would be different.
It would be worse in the sense of an uncompleted build.
To tear down or to keep going would wage a war.
But even a solid heart questions the walls built up.
Maybe it would be okay or maybe the whole will be left bigger,
unfixable.
My confusion laid bare, and the end uncertain like my mind,
By: Erin Marie Winans
Going through something unexpected at the moment, but you will probably see poems about my ever-changing feelings.
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