She sat there in his heart
waiting for him
She had her hands on her knees
her legs crossed at the ankles.

She remembered the time
when he had walked into her head
“He didn't have to wait!”
Why should she, she wondered.

She noticed the perforated, dripping ceiling
and bleeding walls.
Pictures of friends stuck randomly, with notes
which led her to believe that they had never visited this place.

(Picture of himself stuck randomly, with notes
which led her to believe...)

There was a traffic of emotions and feelings
criss-crossing, rushing past as she sat there
trying not to disturb anything.
He had warned (he always did, so you had to take the fall for everything).

She sat there in his heart,
her hand on her shoulder, adjusting her bra-strap with her thumb.
She didn't know that to see her,
he would have to rip his heart open





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