The Art Of Heartbreaking
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Sophie Vo, Grade 8, Cerdon College
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Poetry
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2017
Finalist in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition
I see your interest in anatomy hasn't changed
You and your strange obsessions aren't the ones to blame.
It's your selfish impulses that trigger all that hate
Don't mind me, I'm just messing with fate.
A violin you broke, all four of her strings
You play her like a peasant, acting like you're King.
You tore the embroidery, just to see the seams
Vulgarness blinded you, as she was the Queen.
Your bloodied hands say otherwise
Stained with the tears of girls and guys.
Bruised, sore lips craving a prize
Your walls abound with webs of lies.
Scoundrel. I only say it because it's true
I've waited lonely decades in this queue.
Now teach me the secrets on how to be you
So others will write poetry about me, too.