like some miserable lass from a hackneyed story i broke one of your presents, cut fingers collecting sharp fragments and ended up desperately crying on the floor and contemplating emptily my fingers bleed. in a hysterical mix of laughter and tears watching the change of frames burnt behind my eyelids all of them picturing us together.
as if there were no bloody unclouded autumn months, as if i hadn't built my life anew for the umpteenth time.

Cried all night till there was nothing more
What use am I as a heap on the floor?
Heaving devotion but it's just no good
Taking it hard just like you knew I would
Old habits die hard when ya got
When ya got a sentimental heart

- she & him, sentimental heart