the poetry pot - #1: hearts - lena x chayenne

not far from bastille is a cute cafe. lena and i meet up there for our regular coffee. today it was served with some poetry. so welcome to our poetry pot, where we sit down, take a word and then start writing.

the word: hearts - the poets: chayenne x lena - the peoms: x custody - the place: extraction coffee

heart’s an early sign of love

but will it last and stay?

just as it sings it’s melody

you grow and turn afraid

but everybody makes memories

lives unwanted things

no need to hold them so tight

if you could just let go, take flight.

unlearning is the essential part

of all that doesn’t serve you

turning our backs on movies, songs

cause what they teach is so so wrong

how come we still buy into it

the pretty girl that cries

the dad that never cares

prejudices, storylines, i’m searching for new plots

so unlearning’s the essential part

stop listening to your mind

it’s fear, it’s chatter, it’s rules of justice

rather follow what is natural

im not talking about ecstasy

or reckless ego ways

i’m asking here for true connection

truth, and honesty and slow reflection

love and tenderness intertwined

lips that talk and eyes that smile

i’m changing now my love aesthetic

from Pinterest girl and suffering mother, codependent deep devotion

to human souls and paths that cross

that share a heart’s proximity

it’s all swept up in a pile

the shards and splinters gathered

thick dark blood glittering

shinning through the debris

a hasty pile swept up in a dustpan

dumped into an urn, shoved away

down, deep, dark in a dusty crevice

and so it sat, forgotton and alone

until now

a glimmer of a flashlight

the tremor,discovery awaiting

and there it is

still broken

still smashed

very much alive, even it neglect

to look upon it again

uncovered after all these years

all those feelings unsaid, unwritten

but there, still, it lies- coughing and sputtering

the million pieces of my broken heart