Your heart is there,
it's just on a different plane of existence
which is why only I can see it.
Our hearts live on the same level
of pain and secrets.
Words given to me
That when you break something,
It has to make a clang,
Or a rattle
Or a smash.
The night my heart broke,
No one heard a thing.
A fallen star
A hidden halo of
He dragged her in
Kicking and screaming
Swallowed her fire and spat out
The ash, now stripped of all color
Into a world not unlike the one he'd stolen her from
Drifted without purpose
A monochromatic diffusion of her quondam existence
The sepia shade of her filter facade
Barely deflected the stupid questions
She'd never have the answers to
But she knew what to do
She knew how to drift and spread herself
Across this rock of coruscating life
With a thinness nothing short of impressive
Like a flattened chameleon
Hidden in the midst of
A bustling city sidewalk
— The End —