The curtains, sheer and lacy
Billow in the breeze.
Beautiful, as my tea grows cold.
I don't want it anyway.
My heart hurts too much
To drink it.
Too bad, there's not a school
For hearts to learn how
Not to be broken.
Heartache 101:
A class designed for failure,
To be repeated as many times
As necessary until a scar
Forms over the broken places.
The curtains, sheer and lacy
Billow in the breeze
Beautiful, as my heart grows cold.
I don't need it, anyway.
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