Tea in hand
Sun on my back
Wind on my face
That is called love

These broken pieces of what we were...
What we tried to be...
Together..
This is a failure somehow...
I can't fix us... and I no longer want to
I feel all broken inside and missing the thought of the love we had...
I never wanted us to get ugly...
The paints worn off and we are broken...
I still care and that makes it being over. So much worse
I can be broken alone

E. J.M .

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