next time i'll get it right

it was all a mistake...
it was all a misunderstanding.
all the pretty things break
when they come in too hard for the landing.
pieces of ache,
shiny shards still, lost and fragmented.
i didn't mean it to break...
but when i said i loved you, i meant it.

strike three... you're out!

when you hit all the pins in bowling, it's a strike. when you miss the ball completely in baseball, it's a strike. when you work diligently to an end, you strike. when you do no work at all, you're on strike. to strike a flame is to create it. to strike a paragraph is to delete it. when pirates attack your ship, they strike. when you lower your flag in surrender, you strike. to strike fear is to plant it. to strike camp is to uproot it.
but what do i know... i'm just trying to strike up a conversation.
:^)