Read

 

The Vices of Hearts

Written by Anon

 

Why do your

Words still 

Make me smile

They shouldn’t;

Especially when 

My smile

No longer means

Anything to you

I’d have left you by now if it weren’t for words

That were never your own 

Desperation forms thoughtfully in my mouth,

Smoothing the edges and working over the sharp things 

Maybe I’ll seem less pitiful if I spit it out behind your back 

Eyes meet then scatter like marbles 

The fault line is too unstable for both of us.