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Friday, February 21, 2025

Tick - Tock (Poem)

My heart is clockwork and you have a few pieces of the broken wheels
My heart is clockwork and so would she, and him, and the other person who left last Tuesday
My heart is clockwork and I'd give you the key and hope you don’t wind me up too tight
My heart is clockwork and I’d give you a little bit of grease and hope you don’t forget when to fix my gears
My heart is clockwork and I wait until the untimely moment when you leave
My heart is clockwork and I hope you don’t give too much grease all of the time in hopes of loving me well 
My heart is clockwork, and just know I think of you at every 3’ and every 11:11 
My heart is clockwork, and I hope you don’t have a fear of mechanics 
My heart is clockwork, I hope when you see my hands they show an effort of loving you 
My heart is clockwork, I hope you aren’t too startled when my gears grind against each other
I hope you don’t jump back in fear when you realize that I am breaking myself by pushing myself too hard
My heart is clockwork, please don’t freak out when you hear my ticking
I promise I am not self-destructing
My heart is clockwork, I hope when you see my barrel you don’t think I’m a gun clogged up waiting to misfire
My heart is clockwork and I hope that my heart isn’t ticking down the seconds until you leave
My heart is clockwork and I fall in love with whoever lands in front of me at 9 AM
My heart is clockwork, and I hope you don’t have a fear of not knowing how I work
My heart is clockwork, I hope you think my gears and wheels are pretty not just useful 
My heart is clockwork, I hope you have the heart to warm me up when I freeze
My heart is clockwork, when you don’t see my ticking face, please flip me over and change my batteries… don’t throw me out like nothing 
My heart is clockwork, I hope you don’t see my hands and think I can hold everything
My heart is clockwork, my love for you is written on my face

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