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On Breaking Broken Hearts
I've been called a tease, sometime heart-breaker.
I never wanted to break yours 'cause
I know hearts are like fine ceramics.
Repaired, you can still see the cracks.
Baby, your cracks are chasms. So what are mine?
I'm afraid to do this because
I know you'll lose a piece or two.
And I know you'll lose your peace, too.
Pots missing pieces don't hold things well.
I promise, you held me just fine.
I need you to know this isn't what
I want to do to you.
There are few things I want more
Than to see you happy.
There's no rhyme or rhythm.
And I'm sorry.
© Jake McKowen, 2010
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