My heart shattered
into eight pieces.
They lay there on my carpet.
Each one told me
a story.
one
My eyes meet yours
on that Monday afternoon.
I smile and so do you.
two
My hands run through your
hair as you kiss me
in the warm summer rain.
three
The sky is pink as we drive
down to the shore on your
black motorbike, laughing.
four
You're wearing a blue shirt
as we get drunk on
the thought of forever.
five
My ears are ringing from
all the screaming, I slide against
the door as you walk away.
six
My skin burns where you touched
me, you pack your clothes
in an old, weathered bag.
seven
Your lips are chapped when
you kiss me for the last time,
wrapping your arms around me.
eight
A picture flashes up on my computer,
I look at it until you're nothing
but a blurry memory.
An idea that'd been playing around my head. Cheers!
