broken city

It’s all broken. I’m all broken. Tried to fix it But I can’t. Can’t re-fix it Can’t remix it Can’t, and you won’t I just can’t. Tried to keep this Love alive Tried to bear it Tried to thrive Can’t build it in a day Like Rome Can’t build it alone.  

We are heavy.

Ah, my heart is heavy so heavy. It sits like a fat Turkish lord Overbearing, with studded rings and opulence spilling flesh I still need onto a carpeted floor. Your heart is heavy? says the earth, whispering to me as she cradles my pieces Think how many feet have trod on me in battles, feet […]

way back when

When I wanted to open you up and fill all the cracks someone else had forged into your soul with my love so you would forget.  Then you tore me open and now I can’t remember what it felt like to give a damn. 

shoulda woulda coulda

If you loved her you should have just told me.  My heart wouldn’t have died as swiftly as it did when I saw  your hands  souls touching in an open secret.

It won’t be the same

It won’t be the same. It will probably never be. Your heart will still beat for him, but to a different beat. A comforting one. Too comfortable.   When he looks at you, he won’t see perfection. He’ll see the role you fit into now, for him, and it’ll break you a little, every time. […]

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