In a moment as brief as an intake of breath,
We broke. Whatever capacity or state of being
We held ourselves in, has shattered
I see you cracked on the floor, I cut
My soles on your pieces.
My vision for you, snipped clean
Set off with the wind to an unknown fate,
I would have given you the air to float
Wherever you wanted to go.
But no, that wasn’t in our cards.
Despite the intricacy of our weaving threads,
We no longer cross over one another.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
In a moment as brief as an intake of breath,
We broke. Whatever capacity or state of being
We held ourselves in, has shattered
I see you cracked on the floor, I cut
My soles on your pieces.
My vision for you, snipped clean
Set off with the wind to an unknown fate,
I would have given you the air to float
Wherever you wanted to go.
But no, that wasn’t in our cards.
Despite the intricacy of our weaving threads,
We no longer cross over one another.
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