I made myself open to heartbreak
Thinking that, if I assumed
A false sense of self confidence
Heartbreak would skip this door
And move on to the next one
What I didn’t realize
Is That Heartbreak Didn’t Have To
Come Through The Door
If It Was Already In
The Attic,the kitchen,the bathroom
The threshold that a lover once stepped through
And unceremoniously departed from,
Leaving the door open
The lock broken
Heartbreak didn’t need to ring the bell
Or knock at the window if no one heard it
It already lived in the Saturday a.m. radio
Turned on at noon while we deep cleaned the house
Like a routine, like a normal day
Heartbreak was there when we opened the fridge
And saw that it was empty
Because we said that we would shop
And forgot
Thinking we had everything we needed at home
Heartbreak is like the part of a song
You always remember without
Remembering any other part of it
It’s like the birds you hear chirping
Without knowing where it’s coming from
You’re accustomed to it
Maybe I don’t need to make myself open to it
If it’s already made itself comfortable
Wherever it chose
If it’s in me
I guess a broken heart is what it takes
To heal.