broken hearted

No Promises

Qualifying your affection.No promises, guarantees…so afraidI’ll overestimate commitment.Your fear seems desperateas a butterflyescaping the net.But I am no collector.I have no pinsto pierce your heart.Only hands to capture a fleeting momentof cherished flight together.Resigned to release you.No promises, guarantees…so afraidwhen season’s end must come. © Jan Mayes Photo by Daniel Klein on Unsplash

April Fool

Feasture Photo by Alejandra Quiroz on Unsplash My poems have never rhymed. Even when I first started writing poetry during my depressed teenage angst years. I wrote this poem in my early 20’s. Near the end of my first torrid love affair after catching my love cheating on me. What better day to share it. …

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