Angular
Other hearts have broken gracefully, for your sake, And now your eyes reproach me that my ache Is awkward, and my arms Are angular across my breast Where emptiness is pressed.
Genevieve Taggard
Other hearts have broken gracefully, for your sake, And now your eyes reproach me that my ache Is awkward, and my arms Are angular across my breast Where emptiness is pressed.
The speaker is talking to someone who has been loved and left before. Other people, she says, have managed to have their hearts broken gracefully for this person’s sake, but her own pain refuses to look elegant.
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