Out Of Order.

years of games.
maltreatment & pain,
circles traced in the cement;
from all the time we spent,
going back & forth
round and round.
the sound of yur voice resounds
all those broken promises
'i love you's & that other
useless shit that use to slide of yur tongue
oil slick....
memories & those sweet things
brought me to my knees
& convinced me to regress..
even after i said i was done.
yur cleverness & charm lured me back in,
love generically described as sweet as sin
for nothing good has come from this ' l o v e ' of ours.
& after all this time
i've decided to give up.
no more yu & i.
& when yu catch yur hand outstretched
towards the beating mass in my chest.
you'll find an 'out of order sign'
neatly placed on this heart of mine.
yur words & gentle caresses will no longer be enough
to breach the crevices of
my fragile emotional obstruction.
an 'out of order' sign,
is what you'll be clutchin.