With the increasing pace of an uneven heartbeat
It's my newest piece of
distressed art.
Quickly mixing stops and I'm sorry's leaving edges to crack next to thoughts.
I cut out the kinks with a tool for pretending
that everything will stay on the ground.
I try to recreate the shape I once knew,
but this time with tears for something that's lost.
For seven years now all I've wanted was you,
but this is something that I cannot mat.
I'll keep working on this until you say I'm done,
knowing that I'll be the one who pays the cost.