Defib 0

Some things just bleed over.
Sometimes, they just do–
like ink on lines of paper,
or my heartbeat without you.
Some things just wash over.
Sometimes, they just do–
like tidal waves crashing down,
or the sea of missing you.
Some things don’t turn over.
Sometimes, they just won’t start–
like a key to a broken ignition,
or paddles to a broken heart.

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