battlescars in rearview mirror bus leaves in five minutes
might as well be five hours
one minute feels an eternity
as the rain begins to fall
memories cascade
over vibriant realities
becoming bitter
as time rushes in
and love rushes out
conversations become entanglements
divisions of independent thought
turned quickly
into perfidious satire
the thump thump thump
of your fist
against my heart head and face
i coexist but cease to exist
hiding behind an overzealous
pair of designer sunglasses
as if donna karan
could cover up the shame of your designing
thump thump thump
fist wailing
glass shattering
relationship broken
the pieces scattered over time
thump thump
but i love you
i thought you loved me
thump
my mouth
becomes a metallic ritual
of beating ... |