“HEARTSTONE STEAMPUNK” by Melanie Moor

My heart is a ticking time-bomb
ever since you confessed that
you love me no more.
The springs have sprung out of place,
the hands of the clock clutch at nothing,
the gears have shifted like broken fangs
that will never again mesh together.
One by one the gears will freeze,
the hands will stop clutching,
and the springs will collect cobwebs
and crumble to dust inside my ribcage.
You’ll see nothing of this
because you are outside my body,
and in truth you were never inside me,
nowhere,
although I tried to fit you into my mind and heart;

I tried to bend our chemistry so that it fit within my lungs,
forgetting it takes two to breathe life into a love.

~Angreek87