build me a heart.

a lot of shit on my plate.
a lot of nothing in my bank.
and to top it all off.
my black went out.
plus im high off stress.
the kind of stress tht.
breaks levi's.
leaves ppl with no home.
just the ability to float.
as soon as i catch up to my motor response
i fall off track
and get lost in my mind
traveling no where fast
down a broken swear valve
with no light at the end of the tunnel
i believe its because i stopped dreaming
along time ago.
around the time she broke my fist heart.
i took refuge in bottomless basement
mending my own heart
with my filthy hands
little did i knw my face sent an "S.O.S"
to everyone around me
id soon be found
by a war platoon called "Becky"
who is searching the forgotten streets of Hollywood
on a top secret rescue mission
when my rescuer found me
there was just enough left to work with
since i had no heart
my rescuer swore to build me one
and one day id be able to wear it on my sleeve
it took a billion dollars to build this heart
but only a bad move to break it.
several bad moves later
i watch myself hanging from a ceiling
with a milky way chest
a vortex tht swallows anything called love
once i found a way out of traslation
i fell in to a pool words
drowning in the letters of
"L"
"O"
"V"
"E"

"I"
"S"

"A"

"F"
"O"
"U"
"R"
"L"
"E"
"T"
"T"
"E"
"R"

"L"
"I"
"E"
thn i die.
-the end

Mickey Rose poety.