Déjà Vu Break-ups

They broke up,

She and Him.

They say he hurt her,

Although

No one knows.

They say he broke her.

Her too good

and

too innocent

heart.

They say her heart shattered on the floor,

like a vase that was dropped from quite the height.

They say she cried and sobbed,

Make-up smeared down her porcelain cheeks.

They say they cursed one another

as sailors' curse when the wind strengthens the waves.

They say she ran off,

Ran away,

from all the pain

and all that heart break,

to a boy who sat under a tree,

waiting for his princess to come.

And then, there she was.

Crying and sobbing,

Make-up smeared on her too-beautiful face,

As she told me what happened.

and I stood up

and I pulled her in,

arms wrapping around her shuddering body

as she gasped and cried,

and cradled her

close,

very close,

and whispered by her ear,

''It's okay...

It will all be okay,''

But as I said those words,

I realized,

Were those words meant to be reassurance

to

her?

Or

for myself?

Because little did I know,

That this beautiful,

heart-broken,

girl

was most likely going to leave me

the second he said

''I'm sorry,''

Lying to her all too beautiful face,

making her heart melt,

and her mouth turn into a smile.

Forgetting me,

the boy,

or prince,

who waited patiently for his princess,

under a tree,

who helped her through

a difficult time.

And little did I know,

that this would be 'déjà vu',

as he would break her

heart,

her all too innocent heart,

for another time more,

and there she would be,

crying and sobbing,

waiting for me,

who will do this time and time again,

for my princess,

although her heart may be blind,

although her love may be blind.

16.6.2020