I watched his heart break
it dripped all over his shirt
a dark crimson swamp
I kept my distance.
I watched him fall to the ground
moving his hands across the ground (contact-searching, seemingly)
he had this look on his face of:
“where is it?”.
I thought
“I should help him”
But I knew no matter what
I’d never see those heart pieces.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
I watched his heart break
it dripped all over his shirt
a dark crimson swamp
I kept my distance.
I watched him fall to the ground
moving his hands across the ground (contact-searching, seemingly)
he had this look on his face of:
“where is it?”.
I thought
“I should help him”
But I knew no matter what
I’d never see those heart pieces.
