The Heart Collector

Posted: June 28, 2014 in Poetry
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I know this woman
Who lives within herself
She has no job
Other than the collection of hearts

She could fix one
With just a touch
But she prefers to shatter them
Into fragments with her hammer of wants

When she grows tired
Of the pursuit of happiness
She’ll steal a heart away
With her dance of lust

I know this woman
Who lives by herself
Not even a beat
Sits in her chest
Years ago desire
Burned it up.

  1. Johnny Ojanpera says:

    I’ve known a few of those. All you can do is RUN!!!!! I’m 80 percent complete with Footprints by the way. Heavy stuff.

  2. ThisGirl says:

    I really like this, I’m surprised to be honest…it’s rare that I find myself REALLY enjoying a poem. Thank you for the words πŸ™‚

  3. Miranda Stone says:

    A chilling description of the femme fatale. The ending is perfect, Benjamin.

  4. Mashal says:

    Run, and run fast.

  5. Phen Weston says:

    Holy crap that is brilliant!! And very true. I absolutely love it and can, unfortunately, relate to those who’ve been collected. Beautifully written my friend πŸ™‚

  6. Mike says:

    I truly hope this is fiction – nice work Benjamin

  7. now you should write one about a good heart collector … one who protects and mends hearts πŸ™‚ … i really like this poem. it’s sad people are like that. we all have the potential to breathe life into others but so many times opportunities are ignored or missed. and sometimes we run into those who really don’t care about anyone but themselves. sad. good poem, though πŸ™‚

  8. redgladiola says:

    There’s something intriguing about that last stanza — I’m very interested in this woman’s backstory. Nice poem! =)

  9. Samantha says:

    Turn & sprint in the other direction! Great one about a predatory woman.

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