Staccato.

I don't know why, but this poem makes me happy.

Life 
Feels like 
A scattering 
Of confetti 
Coloured purple 
Like the bruises 
My heart 
Pumps 
Blood onto 
And they throb 
A tattoo 
Of longing 
And anger 
And that confetti 
Scatters 
And that tattoo 
Drums 
Me 
To distraction 
Till I find 
You 
After which 
All i feel 
See 
Hear 
Is silence 
Of a brutish kind 
Shutting me
Down till
I can rise
Bits of me
Glued back
By your
Clumsy hands

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