when i see
You,
my heart
beats
like a brick
in a washing
machine.

tumbling, it steadily
chips
and breaks
down,
shrinking into an
unrecognizable cluster of
shards.

the spin cycle
slows
as you
depart,
and here i
sit in blissful
agony.

i wish this
heart
weren't so
****
weak, but i
take it's remnants
to the pond
and
skip them, watching
pieces
sink slowly,
joining
the other faulty
models i formerly
possessed.