We are hearts apart
In an ecosystem
That feeds upon itself.
A perpetual motion machine
Headed for the nearest black hole.

You call this tour of our
Destructive past success.
Can you feel the distance between us?
It is an ocean of dust.

Stumbling in and out of repetition,
Disaster climbs limbs like tree trunks.
We are jesters of the human body that
Trust in conquer of our humble hearts.

With sideways sleep patterns,
We can be the romantics
We hide from everyone else.

Seven years bad luck is far longer
Then we need to create this baggage.
You see the toll on my chest
Rise in anticipation of an early apocalypse.

We've left each other
Splitting at the seams.
Our innards reaching for one another.

Disconnected numbers stalk heavy hearts.
Turning your pages makes me
Want you again.

I give your skeleton keys back.
Each dagger now a gently resting flower.
You've made a bouquet
Good for any occasion.

With your heart farther away than ever,
Our story ends with your face
Evaporating into my skin.