two halves can’t make a whole

I was still breaking when you met me

maybe that’s why you never let yourself fall,

maybe that’s why seeing her lips kissing his

was more important than keeping yours on mine,

maybe that’s why you even liked me at the beginning:

A woman with substance.

You knew I would never just

stay on the surface,

that I had way too many words to gift.

 

But you were also breaking and didn’t know it

because you never stood still long enough to notice

your seams coming apart

maybe you liked me because I helped you stop,

taught you to listen to the words between the silences

but isn’t it funny how sometimes when you stop

you also start to walk away?

all of a sudden you had a list of all your to-do’s

and I wasn’t a part of them

An abyss opened up between us

and only then did we notice

how far away we had drifted

from the kind of love

we both deserved.

 

 

 

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