Boomerang Heart

Bent love never dies it just keeps bending. Until it morphs into a burning boomerang. That smacks you in the chambers of your half-mast heart. I breathe inside a three-bedroom chasm. Somewhere between happy and what ifs. Saying hello to a twenty-six-year-old echo. Of close calls and head on crash regrets. You deserve a good life.... I don't. You've taught me, after decades of decline, what unconditional really is. It's that satin island that I've been sailing toward upon this broken ship. Even though I screwed you into the rotting wood of my id. I'm truly happy that you landed softly in a heart. That gave you that elusive elixir called. "What I couldn't give."