Ruby Honeytip


Curiousity Kills

My poor heart didn't realize,
My brain was so quick to deceive,
Curious feet jumped in love side by side,
At my age, so naive.
Really? ? It didn't matter,
If my heart broke clean in two?
My memory proclaimed heartbreak wasn't that bad,
Now it's changed its point of view.
I remembered loss as a tiny sting,
A little bump to my ego,
A heartache I had in my twenties,
With a boyfriend I had outgrown.
Oh boy I would have listened,
If my instincts shouted NO!
But they didn't because they were in on it,
They too wanted to know…
If my heart really knew what love was,
Had I stared devotion in the face?
Had I really merged with another,
With a commitment time can't erase?
And now we all know the answers,
Thanks a lot you guys!
He's gone and my heart has turned ice cold,
Its centre runs hard and dry.
I have suffered the loss of my one true mate,
A mirrored, beating heart,
At least in the past my heart kind of felt whole,
Unaware it was only half.
Although ignorant bliss has been taken from me,
All protection has been stripped,
The lesson has made me feel quite grown up,
But curiousity my friend, is a bitch!

© 2013

Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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  • Kevin Patrick (3/1/2013 11:50:00 PM)

    There's always fish in the sea, but the water is polluted with a lot of mercury poison, sometimes its best to just love reading a book. Bittersweet but SO true (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (2/8/2013 8:53:00 AM)

    Though i liked your great write my heart was seized of your poignant story. My sympathies to you.Let us hope for better times. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilson (2/4/2013 1:44:00 PM)

    I alternated between happy and sad all through this brilliant write, .....thank you... I left laughing over the last line, many times I must admit I agree. (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (2/3/2013 5:26:00 PM)

    Oops you did it again. You touched a nerve. Your poems stay in my head, but I think sometimes you hitch a wee ride! X x x I feel every line my lovely. X (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (2/1/2013 3:19:00 AM)

    Maybe not today nor even a tomorrow
    But I'm sure the red rubied slippers
    Will see the end of all your sorrow

    Look up after the afternoon shower
    To find a rainbow that delights
    above your woes make a wish to be
    And see how high it towers (Report) Reply

  • Titi Dale (1/26/2013 12:51:00 AM)

    Great write, Ruby! You are truly amazing :) a great poem. We all, at some point in our lives, experience this feeling, and you describe it perfectly: -) (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/25/2013 9:37:00 PM)

    He has gone and my heart has turned ice cold. good. I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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