I may not know what I do not know; yet know there are things I do not know.
That gives me direction to seek improvement over who I was yesterday.
My Heart or Hers?
She didn’t rip my heart out.
She didn’t squeeze it until it stopped beating.
She didn’t break my heart and show me the smirk on her face.
No.
She grinned at me with her eyes.
She flirted with me through her smile.
She asked me for my heart with her tender fingers.
I gave it to her.
She took my heart.
She judged my heart.
She compared it to hers.
She let mine fall to the ground because she wasn’t happy with hers.
-JLD
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