Member Poem

I know a boy
He’s now a man
But I’m still a girl
I loved him with the completeness and purity of youth
I surrendered everything
He took it all
Then heaved my lovesick-heavy heart to the ground
And as it lay in ruin, he stepped on it as he walked away
Over the years he would collect my tortured heart
Dust it off but then cast it aside; it was just a passing thought
He put the other treasures I gave hi in his dark, deep pocket
Like a serial killer saves trophies from their victims
I know my trinkets are just the few among his many
Sometimes, he would take my gifts from his hidey hole
And toy with them
Buy they would always be returned to their dark dwelling
And so for eternity he holds me