Traitor

Traitor!
I think it’s done,
No more pain, or
Sense of longing.

But, no it couldn’t
Be that simple,
Couldn’t end nicely,
Or tucked away in
My memories.

No, this time,
It feels like it
Has been wretched
From my chest
That organ of muscle

The one that is
Supposed to keep
Me alive, not leave
Me dying of a broken
Heart

The sad thing
In this Shakespearean tragedy
Is that the trigger wasn’t
A face, letter, or token

No, it was a combination
Of color, make and model,
An arrangement of numbers
And letters on a piece of metal

One fleeting glance
Confirmed it, my
Treacherous heart
Was no longer in my
Possession, gone again with
Him who broke it
Into too many pieces

But, maybe the true
Traitor is me
I denied my heart
From indulging in
The greatest emotion

From loving the one
Who made me soar,
The one who is
My other half.

-Jessica MacIntosh, class of 2011

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