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Im wondering
what's left
in me
after
this,
I kneel
on the cold
concrete
of life
and pick up
piece by piece
the we
that was in
my now
broken heart
where
do I start
how will I
reconnect
what's left
I ask myself
and laugh
myself
that ironic laugh
that says
I told you so
I’m told it's so
that time
will heal this
but I am real
it’s not
a fairytale
and I
am past cliches
I am at
my days
end
without
the honey,
I’m home
all by myself
learning
how to sleep
on both sides
of my empty bed
learning how
to quiet
the tears in my head
learning how
to make
one
cup
of coffee
learning
that not having
to compromise
is overrated
and I
hate
it,
the quiet
the ache
the taste
of regret
in my bed
on my skin
in my air
clouding my sun
I
am
one
and two was
always a better number
so here I am
taping the pieces
of my heart
crudely
together
to offer it again
to the man
that I love
thats worth
these knees
on the concrete
these fingers
scraping
the ground
for any me
that's left to offer
any me that's left
any me at all
any
me
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