Scattered pieces

SL is more than a game. Sometimes it gets awfully close to the bone.

My best friend, she’s a poet. See?

You Broke Me

 

One word from you snapped something deep inside

Leaving me rattling

with the sound of

broken cogs;

Of coils and springs

Unraveling.

 

The clock of joy was stopped

at five past midnight.

 

No hand can wind back time

Or reassemble

These scattered pieces

Of my fractured heart.

 

For L.

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~ by argyleboi on July 2, 2007.