the
story
of
us

I was always there for the taking. My heart served up to him, on a platter.

While his, his was always just out of my reach.

Mine, it was always his to keep.

I handed it over happily, with a nice bow on top!

And then he crushed it.

He sliced it up.

He shot his arrows.

A cutting board and a kind heart, cut to pieces.

Ring!

Nearly 4 years, and a 9 minute phone call.

But then, like clockwork

He takes out the arrows.

He puts bandaids on the holes.

Like clockwork

He says, "i'm sorry"

"I'll be better - I promise".

And that was enough for her.

and she put her rose tinted glasses back on.