Current number of times of being in love: 1(dragged out painful sharp time)
Current boyfriend: 1/2
Current number of pieces heart is in: 2 (slowly healing from the 234000)
Knights in shining armour who have turned out to be the devil incarnate,or lesser evil: 1
Current poems about said fall knight: 20,000 (mostly unwritten)
Here is one that I have managed to write down…
“As I linger in between nothing and nowhere
I wait patiently for your answer…
I look around; I am alone, in the dark, again.
Here comes the familiar asphyxiation…pain.
My one last flicker of burning hope,
Deftly wiped out by the confirmation of your absence
They lied to me when they said no news is good news.
Deep, deep down, my insides churn, it starts to burn.
Deeper down, I already know you’re not coming.
Even deeper still, I know, I crave this.
I’m on the sure path to being a masochist.
Your complete disregard of my presence swiftly slices through my artery, jolting me awake,
shaking me from my numb existence, disrupting my even pulsation and all that is constant, my stability, my sanity.
The clean cut will heal, and all that will remain is a small ugly scar on my bruised aching heart.
Another reminder; when I almost had you”
Cocoalumbus 