you scooped my heart out
with a spoon,
and a thunderstorm grew there
instead.
all of your pretty words,
and kisses,
became fire on my tongue.
the memories turned sour
in my mind,
and instead of smiling at the thought
of your face,
i scowled.
you're kissing
someone else now.
and every time i see her
i want to warn her
of your unfulfilled promises
and the thunderstorm that will surely
grow within her chest.