If I have
dust bin for memories,
two hearts of mine,
several parts of brain that have their own on and off button,
and two men, both are you, but the other you is the one who will stay still when you left me with my tears drop on the keyboard,
I will not say a thing when these things happen. The dust bin will erase the memories, the other heart will be used when the other one is broken, the unstable part of the brain will be switched off, and the other you will show his effort, saying lovely words to ease my pain.
Well, for once.
3 years ago