time slows, my heart steadily sinks, as you drop it once more.

hitting the harsh bitter concrete, every new crack is a stinging fresh cut on faded bruises and old stubborn scars that refuse to disappear from memory. each wound keeping an unwanted, yet inerasable record of past pains.

a worn, used object for your amusement that, like a discarded toy, no longer hold your fascination and love as better and newer versions are produced.

now if only i could buy a new heart after everytime time you break it.