Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Dear Heart

Dear heart
My life force
My essence
My core

Cursed heart
My traitor
My bastard
My whore

Pulse quickens
While head swims
Wondering how it ends
Before it begins

Daring to try
Taking a bet
This is the one
I hadn’t yet met

Dear heart
So hopeful
So believing
So open

Cursed heart
Too wanting
Too trusting

Now broken

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