That’s the sound of my heart ever since you left.
It heaves as it tries to beat , it splutters and stalls.
Every pump it makes, rattles my bones
Sets my teeth on edge.
I’m running out of fuel.
No air in my tyres.
Here’s to all you liars.
Here’s to all your lies.
I guess I’ve got baggage from here on in.
Plenty of junk in my once empty trunk.