Woven basket of despair

This blank page stretches before me,
How to put into words the agony and
fill this page with the desperate
truth of this broken heart?

I don't know where to begin.....
it hurts seems so lame and yet it
does so much I can't even grasp the
meaning of ever being on the other
side of over you!

You came to me as unexpected a gift
as I ever hoped or dared to dream of
receiving. I wasn't even looking and
in one short moment there you were.
Standing there so tall and handsome
bearing a smile I was for sure lit
the sun on fire.

I still remember our first kiss
I will remember it for all of time
as it was the one single act that
gave life to a heart that had been
floundering in a sea of despair and
bitterness. Until your lips touched
mine.

What went wrong?
Did I want it so much that I imagined
a fairytale that simply did not exist?
Am I that good at imagining that I
conjured Prince Charming when really
The Prince of Nightmares stood in front
of me?

damn.....I'm better then I thought!

I lock this heart with a key forged
from the strongest steel made and I
toss that key straight to the bottom
of the deepest place with in the ocean.
Never to be made available. For
I shall not ever be vulnerable to the
falsehoods again.

I carry this broken heart, wrapped in
the finest tissue paper, in the woven
basket of despair.

Eyes cast once more to the ground.......