Yours isn’t ticking right.

You say your chest is hollow and tin-like

But when I walk into the room,

You turn into a cartoon

With a heartbeat in your eyes.

I loved you until I lost you

And then the sight of you became unbearable.

Loneliness plagued me with midnight fevers,

Shivering something terrible.

I went to bed

And woke up on the floor

With an ache in my head.

Your ghost haunts the memory foam.

You won’t let me change the dirty sheets.

I’m sick of waiting for you

And losing sleep.

I pulverized my tongue

By licking the gunpowder off your lips.

You can blame it on my being young

And you being dumb.

Or was it that your meaningless words

Left the lines blurred.

As if we were bound together by the scars on our hearts.

Isn’t that the saddest story you have ever heard?