20061113

Good, Bad, Batter

by Madam Z

Stealing is bad. Especially when you steal someone's heart and beat it up so bad that it almost stops beating and then throw it back in someone's face and say you don't want it anymore. And then you skip town and even the policeman on the beat can't find you, but as long as I have a pulse, I'll remember how fast my heart used to beat when we made love. Even though it was make-believe love, it felt really good, so good that I didn't feel your hand in my pocket, grabbing my heart, my liver, my kidney and anything else you wanted. You wanted me, I thought then, and even now I think you did, at least until you didn't anymore. And that was really bad.

6S

Madam Z, author of Life is Cliche, lives, loves, and writes unpublished stories in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, though her heart is still in her native California, which makes it extremely difficult to do much aerobic exercise.

3 comments:

bethlyn04 said...

well. all i cna say is i have felt the same at one point. just give it time....it does get better.

Madame Goodrich said...

Z - I agree it does get better, after all of the bad.

Good luck~

Harry said...

My comment is not my own but I feel it is appropriate. It's actually a short song from a very old George Carlin album. Wanna hear it? Here it goes..."I send my sinuses to Air-izona, I send my liver to Pear-roo, I send my lungs and my kidneys for the summer to Sidney, but I'm sending my heart to yoooooouuu!" Bought that record when I was a youngster. Don't know where it's at now but danged if that song don't come in handy from time to time. Chin up Sugar! H