A Lullaby of Regret

My heart played a sad trick. It brought me into it’s confidence and then hid the queen, no matter what card I chose, I lose.

It found the jagged edges and splintered breaks and sealed them with sugar paste, frosted them over with the illusion of whole, only to be washed away with the first hard rain.

A fantasy turned prank, turned cruel, turned bitter with the fresh laughter of my long silenced inner voice, once again loud enough to remind me of the warnings and reservations that my heart convinced me were pessimism. Once un-gagged by the sound proof façade, my inner voice held no true comfort, only a mouthful of disappointment. A lullaby of regret.

Fuck you, heart. I’ll break you myself.

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