there is a
correlation
between
dedicating
my words and
a sudden end
of emotional
investmency
as if letting
the world know
their importance
ignites a fuse
racing to implode

barely got
to correct the
newest to
reflect the
latest abandonment
of an unwanted
heart before i
embarrassed myself
any further
spilling my guts
over someone who
forgot i was
ever even there

perhaps they were
on to something by
keeping me hidden
too ugly to take
publicly and too
broken to be taken
seriously but worthy
of reminding them
of the goddesses
they always were so
they can find that
which they really
truly desire in
someone else’s soul

the dedication
seems to be the end
drawing hearts in
the concrete just
before it sets
only to be reminded
each morning of how
my only permanence
is in temporary
moments mistaken
for burgeoning love