Wednesday, December 22, 2010


why do you believe my heart is made of glass?
that you can just smash it into a million pieces whenever you please
it doesn't work that way anymore
my new heart is a toy
I can wind it up and let it go where it wants
like those chattering teeth
I can put it in my junk drawer so nobody has access to it
except for me
and now you'll never hold my heart again
you'll never grasp anything of mine
and I'll make sure your heart is the one in shards next time.

1 comment:

  1. Cool. I like :) May I re-blog? xxx