maestro di crepacuore

October 1, 2016 Posted by the writer

Someone told me yesterday that they found my writing to be romantic. My reply was, “I think I’m more of a master of heartbreak…”

Maestro di crepacuore.

I honestly do believe, after my most recent heart slashing, I’m done.

Finnito. 

img_7229While I appreciate there is quite a particular romance to the utter despair only associated with slaughter of the heart – macellazione cuore – after awhile, I don’t think I can take anymore.

I feel the worst for my friends who have had to hear about it for the past three weeks, essentially non-stop. I don’t know man. I can’t win with this heart of mine. Perhaps why romance comes out in my writing is because in my actual life, any relationship with a man turns terrible.

img_7230Over and over. Again and again.

Though my close to a decade marriage burned to the ground like all the rest, it was one of the only times I felt truly happy. Same with the luthier. This afternoon, as I sobbed in the phone to David, he replied with an empathetic, “I know, I remember how you were. I have never seen you so happy.”

Needless to say, I’ve been doing a lot of writing. Oh, and I also went to the Nigerian Independence Day Festival earlier. Food, music and beautiful humans can lighten any mood. Afterwards, I came home and cried. Again.

 

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