You left me here broken
chopped in pieces.
like an axe murderer.
I need fixing
putting the pieces
of me back together.
Piece by blooded piece
I glue the bits in place.
this glue called
distance and time
really works.
If you look at me now.
I seem to be as good as new.
except for this small
bag of bits and pieces.
try as I may
they will not stay
glued .
it is my heart.