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Author: fairytale failure
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-21-08 - Updated: 04-21-08 - id:2507832

You sat up on the doctor’s bench.
He said, it’s nothing. It’s only
A broken heart.
Only a broken heart.

You sent away for a few new parts
And I jumped at the chance to deliver
(but no one will ever be able to say
that I delivered you from her evils.)

You scoured out the rotting, blood soaked
Halves of your heart,
Heavy with salt water.

You wrung it out like a sponge,
And set the beat one hour ahead
Because it’s springtime now and you
Have got to move forward.

You quickened your pace
To match my metronome
But neither of us could ever stay in time
(You were just absent-minded;
I kept losing count
When I looked at your acid blue eyes.)

I’ll bet it was easy to hide her
In the spongy holes in your heart –
I could have seen it if I wanted
But I overlooked it because I didn’t want to know.

She was your first time, your first try,
And her pretty brown eyes melted
Your golden walls like soft, sticky chocolate.

I’ll bet she tasted velvety.
When you got a shot of her poison
You breathed her in like kaleidoscope dreams
And reached for multidimensional stars,
Just the way I’d always dreamed.

She’s converse and classic coke
I’m just a pretty girl
Who never learned how to say no to you.

You leave me with rainbow felt-tip
Scratches and scars,
All we’ll ever have,
Because despite everything
She’s always had trace amounts in your blood



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