Broken Hearted

Broken Hearted

looking for the pieces

in flesh
unfamiliar to senses
tasting foreign on taste buds
yet I indulge trying to satisfy cravings
only you can make full

of your voice come
through more like white noise
still I listen faintly grabbing
at the sincerest I love you

like old paint slapped
with rust is our connection  dwindling
in yesterday’s tornado shrewn
about with the rest of our things

existing only in mental now handcuffed
years of memories draining
into capillaries
with nowhere to travel render
me speechless


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