i would compare our love to bumper cars
the more we try to fix things and bring us back together,
the more we crash apart
the more pieces that we break,
the more it is hard to sew the pieces back in place
the broken pieces from the bumper cars,
in the pile of broken pieces of parts
our love is like bumper cars,
we drive around
and around
and around
until we bump into each other again
just for us to crash apart again
you and me,
we will never be again
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
