This heart has a habit of falling stupidly.
Rarely, if ever, gracefully.
In places it has no right to be
and lacks the tact to put itself back together when it breaks, messily.
When all is said they will probably say she loved in vain,
Sent up her spirit with every flame,
Attached all sense to the mast in the hope of sailing past pain.
An exercise in living out the dream of belonging.
There’s a lesson to be learned from not standing where you are beside your life.
I expect some have learned this.
Expecting you have learned it all
is the biggest mistake you’re likely to make.
And then you’ll walk back into the arena
forgetting what you just ate for dinner
and you’ll eat your words like lamps by day
and say “they never mattered anyway”.