Last Time Poem by Nina gáspari

My bruise is itching
Does that mean it´s healing?
It´s kinda like that last time
When u broke my heart
And told me I should sew the pieces back
You never really told me why u had to leave
Never really told me why you made me believe
In every silly thing
Why did you believe
In this so called fling?
It´s kinda like that time
When you gave me back my heart, but
I let it slip away into somebody else´s way
my heart is beating
does that mean i´m breathing?
And taking in the oxygen
just drawing on papers, writing down some plans
it´s just like that time
when I told you that I don´t say goodbye
I remember it all so well
You held my hand
And I held your heart
Never really thought we´d be apart
It´s a lot like….that last time..