my heart is mistaken
that I need you anymore,
my dreams are misshapen
with your dubious love.
© SoulReserve 2020 | love is  
You break into my heart,
wreck it and flee…
And I stand there thinking
- it wasn’t you, it was me.
© SoulReserve 2020 | breaking and entering
my love
restless now,
a prisoner
to your heart.
© SoulReserve 2017 | what if I dreamt you up?
what poets won’t ever disclose,
is that poems have a heart of their own.
© SoulReserve 2017 | trade secrets
Nothing hurts more than a piece of the broken heart
© SoulReserve 2017 | and so, we tiptoe…