Cracked beyond repair

January 17, 2015

things that remind me of you

still make my heart sink

and one day

I'll look at those same things

and forget why they ever made me cringe

or revert back to my mindless

hopeless state

of loving you

and wishing that you were still mine

deep deep down I'll still remember you

and the way those things made you happy

when I couldn't

but by then

I'll have gotten over you

and moved on

to someone

better

who won't leave

me stranded with all of the things

that once made him feel alive

when nothing else could

at least I hope so

because the grays in your eyes

and the sadness in your heart

showed their dark faces in the words you spoke to me

I knew there was nothing

that I could say or do

that would fill you up

with light and passion

and restore you to your natural condition

I could polish you until you sparkled

but a shiny new coat of paint

doesn't fix the life long engine problems

or the shattered windows

but his love won't fill the cracks you gave me

when you decided

that my windows should look like yours

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