Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

A Dent In My Heart

A dent in my heart I will never admit to
You can conk me over the head, knee cap me.
I am not admitting to loving you at all right now
I will never let you know that you sliced up my heart.

It is in teeny tiny parts scattered on the bedroom floor.
I kick some of them around sometimes, for fun.
It’s okay when I have on socks. When I do not, well.
Yuck!

Here I lie on the bed determined to think of not you.
But not you has a face that keeps popping up
And not you have hands that keep creeping over my eyes
Yelling stupid stuff like “peek a boo”
I am not a baby. Why I even thought this cute I do not know.

Not you has moved on
I am ever so glad
Not you
Not me
Not us
Not today anyway

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Quoth Theraven May 17, 2020 at 12:27 AM Caren, Wonderful lick in 'Not today anyway', I can relate to 'not you', just maybe not today. -Richard Caren Krutsinger May 17, 2020 at 10:58 AM I am so glad. Thank you Richard.

Gershon Wolf May 16, 2020 at 10:31 PM You ARE a woman! :) gw ~ Knot Eye Caren Krutsinger May 17, 2020 at 10:58 AM I have no idea actually. My husband and I debate this often. He calls me his "nine year old boy" and let us not discuss this any further.

Michelle Faulkner May 16, 2020 at 11:23 AM I love the phrase 'sliced up my heart' - and how you kick it around 'sometimes, for fun' - very descriptive! Caren Krutsinger May 16, 2020 at 7:47 PM Thank you Michelle.