Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

queen 

 

you shot arrows through my heart

lies masquerading as truths,

but i am not as foolish

as you;

i did not fall for the content within,

and i snapped your arrows

in half before pulling the offending adam out

because i am stronger than you'll

ever know—

i sat in a broken coronation hall for far too long

even if i can't be your monarch

doesn't mean i am not a

queen,

and maybe one day you will find me at the end

of every tiara you break and wonder why

you ever tried to strip me of my

title.

 

 

stained glass pieces

 

you are the king of spades

shredding hearts 

to oblivion's light and insisting

that you are doing this

in the name of good,

and we both know all you're

doing is lying

to me to her and to yourself;

you fancy yourself an honest king

but you are the monster that

lurks in the shadows

waiting all too patiently to rip others

to pieces so they can be broken

as your shattered heart

whose stained glass pieces are so good

at cutting and shredding but in all

their destruction cannot heal you.

are you still distant? 

 

when she grips your hand

i wonder

are you there with her,

or are you in

a completely different universe

pushing her away

like you did me?

are you attentive to her needs or are

yours the only ones that 

dominate?

i wish i could go back in time

take back the first time we kissed and put

another girl in my place

because honestly it wouldn't have mattered to you

she'd just be another heart to shatter

and you'd have done it unapologetic,

but i could never hurt 

someone the way you did me;

and so i take this little broken heart of mine

shine brighter than you could ever imagine with strength

in me that you never knew.