Heart-To-Heart Talk With My Heart | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

So I put you to rest again.

Like a fallen star, your fire has gone out.
So quickly it went out.
And this time, I thought…

But no.
It’s no use.

Why
My heart
Must you be so eager
To be given away?
It is the curse of the hopeful I suppose.

I so much want to see only beauty in a man,
But I cannot lie to you.
You see right through my blindness, don’t you?

While I was playing make believe,
You tried again and again to warn me.

But I didn’t listen, did I?
I should’ve listened.
I’m sorry for not listening.
Forgive me?