A Misunderstood Series of Ten Heartaches

seems like ten i had nine million thoughts of you 8,999,999,000 of them were daggers to my heart the one thought that i held on to was recycled and turned into a message from God it took me 3,650 days to realize that quality time with you was a sneeze in a thrift store full of ripoffs now for seven days a week, i move on like a turtle intentionally constipated i always carry that small wonder like a 15 year old butterscotch disc at least butterscotch is still a friend of mine.... did you ever read that poem and hip yourself to the internal message now my heart is on a temperamental conveyor belt the surgical tools used to fix it have all decided to become animate and retire the tears from my heart make black roses grow and inspire an odd senility to the whole of me yes, it feels like another ten....and i thank you from the bottom.... ....that i will never get over....