I turned around and whispered:
I am bored of you
don't know if you heard it
but you looked into the ground and mumbled:
I still love you
and we collided in the oddest way
you cried, and I sighed
and then Elvis left the building
leaving only you and me
with traces of awkwardness
and anger
and boredom
and broken hearts
and love
and love
and love
taking you with me was the hardest thing
'cause I could hardly remember the feeling
and as you asked: where is my heart?
my breathing stopped
until I answered:
I took it and stepped on it and ate it
i heard the door slam, but never saw you leave

