a torn out sheet of paper
it looks like i’m reading and concentrating
on the words
but in fact i can’t stop looking
at the point where the paper ends
and the tear begins

a broken window;
it looks like i’m looking at the view outside
but in fact i can’t stop looking at the point
where the glass ends
and the broken shards begin.

what would you say she would do
in my situation?
because i want to do
the very opposite thing

i’ll be tearing out the pages
and be breaking the glass
cuz in fact i can only focus
on the brokenness
of what you and I used to be

it looks like i’m focusing on the future
and not the now, thats what i’ll say,
but i can’t stop staring at the place
where it ended
and the place where the emptiness of the page begins

but please, no apologies
because in fact we ended
and something new begins,
even if its in the form of delicate broken shards

i’ll be wanting to go in a new direction
so i am slowly following
the pattern of my broken heart.
it is fascinating
the way it is still beating

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