• Huddled in the corner, aching, I wait.
    It’s like a million shattered pieces and fragments of a hopeless dream,
    vibrating with love until its slow and painful demise.

    Oh, how sad it was to watch it break,
    to watch it chip and flake.
    I saw it coming ever since you pressed your long, sticky fingers up on the image,
    Your breath fogging up its view – it hummed and blurred and sang for you
    under that touch, and you let it go.

    It fell from your fingertips like a flailing infant with its mouth wrapped tight,
    its scream only echoing in its eyes… “You’re no love of mine!”

    A murderer, a vicious killer with a dismal heart, stumbled upon this blank, young life,
    and its motive was soon discovered.

    For an assassin with a heart can only kill and love once, each happening simultaneously.
    And that is what you have done to me.