F**k, I'm sorry.

Restored.

 

 

I'm waking up on the wrong side of town again,

and on the wrong side,

of the wrong bed.

Anymore, it seems,

I'm doing all of the wrong things right.

 

But I only have this one heart, you see?

And it's so damn heavy,

I couldn't move it

even if I tried.

And you're right when you say, I haven't.

 

So just let me lay here.

With my brick of a heart,

staring at the ceiling fan,

sky-eyed, and still,

wondering, who chased all the good guys off?

Author's Note

I wish I could figure out how to put the Evoca back on here....

Reviews

[SolomonSavant ~ The Rog..]

The title definitely grabs attention and the poem doesn't disappoint.

[Andrew Byrd]

the "brick of heart" and the "fan" imagery is a good clash.