He Was A “Classic Man” Who Loved to Break Hearts
A Haibun
He was a classic man, I was hooked on him — one sip of his love and he had me. He knew it. Conceited, no, he just knew where he stood and knew that I’d be around, no matter what. He was gifted in the arts of breaking hearts and watching women pick them up and piece them back together again. I swore it wouldn’t be me, it couldn’t be me. He had it in his mind, though — one of these nights, he’d own mine too. And he did. I armored myself with every piece of metal I could find — my heart would be my own. Sadly, I was mistaken. The big payback ended up being my loyalty losing its control and him losing his love for me. How then, did I manage to survive?
classic man loved me
lost love for me — took my heart
stomped it to pieces
©2020 Tremaine L. Loadholt
Thank you to each of you who participated in the “Haibun A Heart” Challenge. I am happy you enjoyed this one as much as I did. The next and final challenge for this year will be in December.
