Turbulence

Somewhere out there,
pieces of my heart
are being swept up by brush and shovel
and thrown away in the trash.

So many words left unsaid
remain locked inside my head,
I become tempted to write them all
inside this poem,
and take it straight to you.

But I am scared of the turbulence it may cause,
and I'm trying to convince myself
that I have one less problem without you...

for I should have known
you would only cause me heartache.

Saffie
24

2/10/15