It took about eight seconds

For you to break my heart.

I knew the second you began to tell me

As the breath rushed out of my lungs

That I could no longer fill with sweet air.

I longed to stop you from speaking

But instead, lay quiet in your bed.

Later, when we made love,

I left the pieces of my broken heart

All over the pillows,

There are more pieces to a broken heart.

You wanted coffee in the morning

All I wanted was to escape.

I keep coming back to you,

To your life.

As more pieces of my heart

Break away in eight second intervals.

04/26/2007

Posted on 04/26/2007
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