By: Britt Cole

Photo: We Heart It then edited by Britt Cole

Tick tock. 

It's happened.

Tick tock. 

it's happening. 

Tick tock. 

It will happen again. 

Tick tock. 

It is timeless. 

Tick tock. 

It is endless. 

Tick tock. 

It is born from:

Hate,

Jealous,

Loneliness,

It's self. 

Tick tock. 

It has happened. 

To you. 

To me. 

To her. 

To him. 

Tick tock.

It won't stop. 

Tick tock. 

It can't stop. 

Tick tock. 

I want it to stop. 

Tick tock. 

How can it stop?

Tick tock. 

It burns. 

Tick tock. 

It hurts. 

Tick tock. 

Make it stop. 

Tick tock. 

We won't stop. 

Tick tock. 

It is fueled by:

 Hate,

Jealous,

Loneliness,

It's self. 

Tick tock. 

It is fueled.

By me. 

By you. 

By her. 

By him.

Tick tock. 

It will never end.

 

Here is the video of me reading it aloud at a poetry night, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY2iMSOE6HI

Published by Britt Cole