The moments with you, i recycle.
*(some say i mangle.)

I'll be filed away
Compartmentalised heart
No point asking to stay
i no longer have to play my part

You couldn't take me straight.
so like whisky, added icy words
dilute me to be a bit more palatable.
Downing one, two, three.
Until the fire trail
snaking down your throat into your stomach
sets alight.
Forcing up every digested detail
up into the atmosphere.
Detox.
You were Purer without me anyway.

"To tear a muscle;* is to strengthen it."

"So ask again, why I am not afraid of Heartbreak."