and a heart breaks into words...
you pick the needle and thread you inherited from your mother
and try to mend the torn fabric of your heart that your mother always asked you to protect.
yours is a brief history of laughter, a lol-ing into love
but the cigarette of love you were high on has burnt out into ashes.
you let the tears burst out like oil from a broken pipeline
and you could feel yourself dying slowly like a fish in a petroleum-poisoned river
for you have been broken by the love of your life...