To the Girl Whom I Gave My Whole Bloody Heart,Who Left it in a Paper Bag at a Bus Stop on Her Way Out of Town
You pretended to be interested in anatomy
when really, you just like to see things break.
You said you were into poetry
but you just wanted someone to hear you.
When you say love, it’s a dissection
when I say love, it’s a resurrection.
You walk out of people’s lives, take buses
and pack bags, because reality is uncomfortable.
You think that if you run, one day
you’ll make it out alive, past love and truth
and you’ll never get caught up
in being a part of something or someone.
with the copper kiss of my heart
under your fingernails, smeared promise
across the palms of your lonely hands.
The world is round.
If you keep running,
you’ll come back this way
Ariel K. Moniz (she/her) is a lifelong writer, poet, and avid reader. Her writing has most recently been published with Bloodbath Literary Zine, The Raven Review, and Sunday Mornings at the River Press, among others. You can find her on her on Instagram @kiss.of.the.seventh.star, Twitter @kissthe7thstar, or her website kissoftheseventhstar.home.blog