Oh you have worn me down.
Pressing the tips of your calloused hands against my heart.
Stop. Stop. Restart.
I can’t take much more of this.
Just as I think the last drop, the last atom is gone
I’m wrong.
Again.
‘You have me at hello?’
Well you floored me with it.
And I tried to be casual.
I promise I did.
But this heart of mine still holds your prints
And it’s held up with splints
Which broke.
I’m a joke. A clown.
A lingering fool.
Jelly string on a spool.
I mean nothing to you
And that’s never happened me before.
I have never been cast aside like a whore.
But you stopped me with silence.
But that silence was a roar.
I’m still sore. I’m still sore.
So why do I want more?
(c) Slumpless
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