soft sounds from someone

my patched up heart

3/28/17

my world is broken beyond repair.

the same old arguments are thrown into the air; money and ownership are tossed between us around like pizza dough except instead of earning a delicious pie by the end of what's been done, we've gained nothing more than a germ infested glob useless in trying to save.

my mind's been lost for years on end.

all i can fall back on is the times of dread; nothing good for us lasts and you still stupidly say that change will be the upside we've all been holding on to.

we finally had something that remained stable and now you want to take that away from me in the sharpest way imaginable.

you want me to be over the moon, but all that's been done in truth is my patched up heart has once again burst and been broken in two.