Quinn

I pin my heart on my sleeve
so delicately that, at times, I
forget it's there. Staining my
sweaters, shirts, and tailored
jackets, it harks its swan
song. Bleeding out every positive
emotion to survive until the next
reason it ruins my clothes.

But today, I saw you and felt nothing:

No pain
No love
No loss

The ribbons, drenched with your seductive
musk, have finally fallen away to reveal a
fraud within your hallowed stitches.
My heart can soar as a lark sweeping
the skies with song; my clothes will be
dry cleaned one final time. And while
I might always desire you, my desire
for freedom is stronger.