The first heartstring severs.
Blood bursts out; a burbling brook of
memories, sex, and love.
There goes number two;
limbs twist and scuttle in
to fill the aching, breaking pieces.
The third snaps
lashing my brain for re-hashing thoughts of
you and me and me and us.
The fourth whips around
to lick my face
where you kiss me goodnight.
Five and six send you flying free.
I am left, a bleeding, broken,
bruised and busted body.
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