My heart dangles by a thread, like a game of hangman. As you determine my fate, by guessing games.I chased away her pain with my hands, following it into the astral world of her secret dreams. We're broken & to be pawned & sold for parts. We're whole in our fractures, we're full of hollows & hot air. There's an air of regret & a bitter taste of gin & overripe memories. My smile is still slipping to one side & my knock-off heart is cracking.
I'm just a paper saleswoman, trying to convince the world that your empty static promises ring around in my ears with the sound of your goodbye.
How would you react, if I told you, you're kind of sexy, in a strange way. haha