Author: thewhimsicalbard PM
Fancy a quick game of ceramic frisbee? /jls/Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 80 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-26-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2756763
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It's dusty in here where your heart used to be
so happy and whole.
There are shards from the frisbee-plates in the other room.
That door of ours you slammed on your way out
still hangs off its hinges.
I haven't cleaned up anything
that was yours.
I guess you were right, I don't keep things very tidy in my room;
Letters, letters, letters,
and a promise
I ripped up.
All this breaking--
why not me?