Rusty Spoon

I told him what I wanted.

He took a spoon and carved my heart out. 

Threw it in his soup of despair, hurt, and confusion.

It was the missing ingredient.

The rusty spoon leaves fragments in my soul. 

Your poison lingers,

Puts a curse on my mind. 

You claim I don't care.

But I think the problem

Is that I cared too much

About you... that I forgot

About me. 

Reviews

[Jalaj Mishra]

Great

[Helpless]

this is so sad, but beautifully written

[Mika Haruna]

there is truth in your poem, when men break your hearts, they might as well be carving it out with a rusty spoon, great job