13...
13 stairs later a broken wrist and elbow
Eloquence eludes me...
Comparisons between love gone awry and bones splintered by concrete...
A heart broken is like stress fracture on your heel...
Continuing to work away at your nerve with a constant biting pain until you're numb...
A heart torn from the chest is like 13 stairs...
The initial pain present and overwhelming...
But once set and cast at least you can see the progression and healing...
Stress fractures continue to come back at the most obscene of times to greet...
Again eloquence eludes me...
If i reacquainted myself with 13 at least i'd feel something...
I wouldn't feel so alone.
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