Humpty Dumpty Heartbreak
She'll respond in five days,
and by then, I'll have changed my mind
about the meaning of life and love
some hundred times, calling out to God
above, or below, or in my heart
to guide me to some rational explanation,
as to why I'm being ignored, but I'm not,
I'm simply a victim of someone elses abuse,
and the women I meet are never normal
or happy like the rest of the world, but
are rather shattered centrepieces of marble,
more beautiful in their broken condition
than any old run-of-the-mill blonde
reproduction, and it's not about sex-
it never is, it's about giving
and recieving love... an eternal craving
for the recognition of a broken soul,
but in those five days as you're wasting away
in denial, I waste away in recognition
that I'll never have you, or hold you,
only in pieces, only on some other day
where I might re-imagine you as whole,
only to lose you again in the evening,
and spend the next month trying
to put you back together again,
when no-one can.
I love you.
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