Bleeding Heart Poem by Black Mendilouche

My MSN status says I’m available – how apt
as I sit rapt and read the mail. ‘Its not you
Its me – lousy timing’; my heart skips a beat.

Neat! Oh so bloody neat for him with his heart
that comes alive when she snaps her fingers.
As he cracks my love in two, I see through
tears that will not come; my fractured dreams.

Reams of rhyme and mimed emotion,
Go through the paces of my day while they
find once more their lovers’ bliss. That Kiss
Should Have Been Mine! Just not the right time.

Gutted!

(23 June 2009)