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I know the sound of broken hearts.
The cracking begins
It seems inaudible until it finally succumbs to
Splatter on the floor.
I know the sound of broken hearts.
I know it is always worse when two break together.
A man’s tongue can touch more than one woman’s heart but
Isn’t strong enough to hold them both.
A man’s fingers can caress two lovers but
His arms can grasp only one.
I was wrong.
I deserve the sounds of broken hearts.
My only regret is that the sound does not
Come from my own.
The cracking begins
It seems inaudible until it finally succumbs to
Splatter on the floor.
I know the sound of broken hearts.
I know it is always worse when two break together.
A man’s tongue can touch more than one woman’s heart but
Isn’t strong enough to hold them both.
A man’s fingers can caress two lovers but
His arms can grasp only one.
I was wrong.
I deserve the sounds of broken hearts.
My only regret is that the sound does not
Come from my own.
In my Device Theater class, we had to write a number of different forms of poetry. This was the sixth task: were created three-person entrances where there is one person, who enters blind-folded, is left on stage while the other actors exit. We wrote this afterwards to describe what it felt like to be blindfolded, left behind, whatever happened in our entrances.
So in my entrance I get tossed about, thrown to the ground, and then tackled by two women. So this poem happened.
So in my entrance I get tossed about, thrown to the ground, and then tackled by two women. So this poem happened.
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