Sunday, May 23, 2010

Closed For Business

I can no longer handle the tidal wave of heart break
the bloated body washed up
the salty hurt

I apologize for those who may meet me later
I am a crushed can of misery
unrecyclable, useless

It would be nice if my heart was broken
It is not, it still goes, still hurts
it still loves

I figure I will stay quiet and low and soft
save the final beats
for me.

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