Keeping Time

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My Broken Heart

My mind tells me to
walk away,
but my heart needs you
like breath.

I pant for you to come back
and give me more time
that make it work
just as it once did.

Everything ran effortless;
our hands once interlocked
like the wheels of a clock.

Our faces constantly at 2:50,
until I realized
that meant we were
a broken timepiece.

Time had lied to us,
and there’s nothing I can do
to fix the past.

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