Queen of Hearts

“To burn or be burnt”

That has always been my fate

I’ve been told

So many times

That I’ve been mishandled

But I’m not precious goods,

Not a prize fucking object.


The only precious thing

was, has, will

Be love

And I am a blundering fool

In a china shop

For I still cannot

Handle hearts

without causing damage

And I tell myself

That I will learn to not harm them

And  to protect myself.

Here I am,

Once again

I’ve damaged yours

And I’ve broken mine.

I am sorry.

For not being

Your Queen of Hearts.



K. Thwaites

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