An empty heart can still be seen, making the perfect mold to cast over. Strips, unevenly torn, of red and pink— the bits I kept that meant the most— are lightly brushed over with a blended mixture of wishful thinking and tears of “I Love You.” Decorated with ribbons, bows, and lace, helps keep everything in place. They overlap, trying to cover the pain from “We’re Over.” It’s how I see my heart— the perfect gift for myself.
Do you worry about the seconds, minutes, and hours? I never knew that a clock had such time-consuming powers.
This is how I tell time
The length of cigarettes to give me a chance to calm my stress. Drinks with friends, enjoying each other’s company before it ends. Cussing and swearing to my heart’s content. I can let loose those fucking words, but just for a moment. Laughing and smiling when things go wrong because I know I won’t have a chance again when it’s all said and done. Getting lost in a daydream, witnessing what I can achieve. Procrastinating on things that need done when a nap sounds like more fun. How much it takes to recover from laughing so hard, knowing damn well that it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! And how long it takes for tears to dry after a very painful goodbye.
Can you see why I don’t let little hands tell me the time. It’s said, “Time waits for no one.”
I beg to differ. “Lifewaits for no one.” Still not convinced? Take some time…