I wrote a hundred poems about heartache
                                                                      in my head
but I could never
                             really write the words

,then it’s permanent
                                                                    ,then it’s real.

So I just wrote this one.
                                only a part of the whole

but then again                                                   that’s all you were
                                 just a part of the whole.

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your words are met with anger, your eyes full of distrust.
i feel myself cling to you, feeling that i must.
but the we i used to know is slowly turning into dust
our hands no longer fit, you see, they are no longer us.