I never intended for this:
funeral plans and mourning.
She was to put me back together,
salvage my heart from my rotting chest,
but something went wrong.
Her head hung motionless
like a wilting lily under oppressive
rains;
I was shattered about the room,
broken shards of mirror reflected the
ceiling,
her singing had come to an end.
I'm just a man – or a monster –
trapped in the same old cycle,
a never-ending carousel
I thought she could stop,
but her heart did instead.
-Zero
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