22 January, 2013

scraps


Truth be told I don’t miss you any more
How can I miss my own heartbeat
when its constantly beating with a lubdub
reminding me of you without your follies.

21 January, 2013

us

winter made us clasp our fingers so tight
they fitted like the puzzle pieces of a broken heart
summer drifted us apart
the puzzled broken heart scattered all over.