The Fall

The problem with the fall?
It ends. Splat!
Broken. Pieces everywhere.
Down! Squat!
Pick them all.
One by one.

They're all in my hand.
Together! Again!
Do you have a band?
I need to splice these
Pieces of my heart
One by one.

Everybody is looking.
Hide! Smile!
Gonna be okay in a while.
She won't notice
Years will go by
One by one.

What kind of love is this?
Unspoken! Unrequited!
Smells of rotten flesh.
The wounds fester.
The pieces fall.
One by one.