we talked for hours every night
even after years we never did fight
too worried; what if her depression increases?
but pieces cannot pick up pieces
I tried to become a broom leaking glue
bits of me morphed into a cleanup tool
attempting to sweep those painful shards of you
never realizing you were stabbing me too
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
we talked for hours every night
even after years we never did fight
too worried; what if her depression increases?
but pieces cannot pick up pieces
I tried to become a broom leaking glue
bits of me morphed into a cleanup tool
attempting to sweep those painful shards of you
never realizing you were stabbing me too
how am I happier without you?
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