Write As Rea

The happy intersection between what I want to write and what people want to read.

Hollow chocolate hearts lay sweet

Their red-wrapped secrets pressed too deep

By transitory people.

Are promises not promises if not begun by ‘I swear’

or made beneath a steeple?

Is it honorable to break things just because you can?

Or do you deceive yourself and them and hide behind half-truths

You say ‘I tried’ and then excuse because of fickle youth.

Does it damn you any less to avoid those that you wrong?

Or blame them in your selfishness as you say they should have known.

A sugar taste and bitter face,

I never meant to hurt him.

A solemn trust so misplaced.

She pushed me all along.

But there remains unbrushed aside

Memories of haunted eyes

And empty chocolate hearts

They break

Their hollow shells can’t take the weight

Of careless, shallow people


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