My heart hangs heavy
Weighted by the world
some parts may no longer work as designed
Broken
this perfect machine
and no New Years resolutions are fixing it
I return to it like a drug
An addiction
A strange fixation
Sadness is a comfortable home
The food is good and familiar
the bed warm
The pillow tear stained
and no one cares if I murder Love while it sleeps
all warm and cozy in its sheets
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