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Ji Han May 2016
The structure of
my poems are
almost always
fragmented.

Fragmented.

My heart is fragmented too.

Fragmented.

Broke into little minute fragments of
the living flesh of love,
painful love,
broken love,
shattered love.
Each and every time
I see you.

And I see you everywhere.

And I still remember the
fragments of me
you took away.
First slowly,
piece by piece,
then all at once.

I am now fragmented.
Spilled on the ground,
deserted,
forgotten,
some fragments
left in different parts
of you.

I am fragmented.
My minute fragments with
you.

**And only you.
Ji Han May 2016
It scares me when people
ask me to just
let you go.

It's not that I can't.

I can.

But if I do,
I don't think I can ever
love anyone
with the whole of
my heart
anymore.

I fear losing you.
I fear losing love more.

Above all,
I fear losing myself
when I lose you
and love.

Altogether.
Ji Han May 2016
Walking, walking, walking.

Walking, walking.
Walking.

Walking.

STOP.

Walking.

Walking, walking, walking.

Running.
Ji Han May 2016
I wonder,
"Where's everyone when I need them?"

Then I realized,
a mirror will never,
ever,
know of its
beauty.

But.

Only the beauty
of those who stand
in front of it.
Ji Han Apr 2016
If
If the tears I cry
for you
could speak,

I would take a
vow of silence and
let them speak
for themselves.

For I never
wanted them to fall.

But they still did anyway.
Ji Han Mar 2016
I thought I was
your mirror,
only yours,
forever yours.

Sadly,
I'm more of a
window, a
magnifying glass, a
see-through.

For you to see
him and
never
me.
Ji Han Mar 2016
and waited
and waited.

And slowly,
he melted away with
time,
like how
acid
eats away
the living flesh of
his heart.
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