im really sorry that im not really sorry

I barely heard the ripping of your heart
as I tore it from your chest
over the deafening sound
of what was left of my own heart
turning to ash
I thought your's sounded a little bit like:
how the remnants of a bloated, three-day dead puppy
strewn across the turning lane would sound
if the tires on the DeLorean slid across it at about 88mph...
(on your way back to the day before we met)
mine sounded more like:
a clotheshanger abortion
that ends with a bleed-out and a shallow grave...
-if you can imagine how that sounds