by Christos Polydorou

You broke my heart so
long ago, that I still
try to break the heart
of everyone I fall in love
with, which includes

everyone I see. I look
deep into eyes and I
take dives off my own
bones onto the thrones
of knives, projecting my

own lives onto the lives of
someone else. Perhaps
I am trying to help them
heal or trying to sabotage
love, perhaps a bit of both.

Can one know one’s motive
in any of this? What guides
us? Our mortal or our
spiritual coil? I want
to foil

all erstwhile plans
of sabotaging intent
and find myself unbound
in the same forests
I always was.