Because only you could break my heart in two, leaving the pieces to fight over who loved you more
His hands rested gently upon my heart, their grip growing stronger with each blood-pumping beat; hints of his fingerprints left to linger as his grasp gradually pulled my heart apart while I cried love like the dumb little girl I was no longer. The wound was left to fester while his attention drifted with the weather; the pieces of my broken heart began to bicker against the other for the title of his most endearing lover. He would return to me and lick the wound with his wicked tongue; his lies, the fiber used to lace the pieces back together.
About the Author
JESSICA SIMPKISS lives and works in Virginia Beach, VA with her husband and four-year-old daughter. She has a degree in Art History from George Mason University. While she has always loved writing, she is returning to the arts after a ten-year hiatus, in hopes of finding her voice again.
Most recently her worked has been featured in FishFood Magazine.