My Chipped Lover

you hold that coffee cup up

to your cold lips, and drink,

after the words you flung from them,

about how our lives

have grown old and brown.

and bring it back down

its edges chipped

from the times it

was thrown across the room,

and you carry those chips

on your shoulders

like a great weight

bringing you down

and I see you, broken in bits

scattered about the ground,

my chipped lover,

how you fall apart

and I glue you back together

with the blood

from this twisted heart

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I SEE THE HURT OF TRYING TO KEEP A RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER! LIKE THE KNIGHTS TRYING TO PUT HUMPTY DUMPTY BACK TOGETHER! GREAT POEM!

[Invisible Ink]

How is this title? punctuation?

[Adelia Alighieri]

Raw and ravishing.

[Angel's Lady]

Wow. I applaud you. Well done, dear one! I can certainly feel this, as it slammed against me too...