This Time Imperfect

A tattered paper heart worn on my sleeve,
Ripped in two pieces because of me,
And in his blue eyes, the stars are put to shame,
As he smiles up at me from this shattered frame.

And the golden sun in the background catches my eye,
As I curse to myself on why I had to lie,
But his voice is playing inside my head,
Telling me all the words he knows I dread.

But I strike the match just to watch him burn,
As I go on with my life, the lesson learned,
This time imperfect, though it seemed -
It all fell apart because of me.

-Jenna Elphick
April 14, 2007