Possible (By Cat Matchuk)
Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?
They are sharp, jagged.
not perfect halves.
I give you the biggest piece wrapped in parchment, in a pathetic attempt to hide the truth.
Is it possible?
I know nothing will come of this, though I feel a desperate aching
and I must bury it.
and it hurts.
It’s sharp, not warm or a perfect fit.
I bury my lover amidst words so that you won’t hear it.
You have a heart to love and mine doesn’t fit.
You’re my burden,
is it possible?