My heart is still a broken clock, it stopped when you said "We need to talk." It hasn't ticked a beat since then, it only sits inside my chest. It stuck where we were sickly green- Yours gone blue, now red and mean. All I see are plants and trees, frozen with the honey bees. There is no other soul in sight, just your face etched in my eyes. I haven't heard another sound, since your backwards singing comes around. Circling in my ears all night, my sleep is taken by your lies. You've gone on living day by day, I'm still standing in last May. I'll watch you thrive for another year, and then you'll have to disappear.
I forced myself to write this after I thought of the first two lines as a clever cliche and decided to make it a sappy lament that turns awry