I've got a multi-chambered heart

like a double-barrel shotgun—

and the occasional dissonance

of thunder under my skin

is what reminds me that I've got one.

And when I came to you—

guns-blazing,

I had no idea that the recoil

would be so sharp.

But now I'm stuck with the gunpowder

in my heart.

The empty shells

of those I-love-you's

still jingle in the emptiness

of my single rib-cage.

And I still remember

the ringing in my ears;

the blast that shook my life

for far too many years.

I miss you.