𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

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snap

when the first branch broke, 

i should've done something. 

i should've taken a moment,

looked behind me,

and assessed the problem.

instead,

i kept walking,

dragging you along,

and praying

you wouldn't notice the fallen branch.


snap

with the second breakage,

appeared the denial.

i shrouded myself

in reasons there were none to worry.

but there were,

so many.

and i ignored them,

because i felt safer

and lighter

in my bubble of ignorance.


snap

and then came the third,

this one was my fault,

i know.

you even tried

to talk about it.

but i

pretended 

there was nothing to worry about

and it was all a mistake.


snap

at the fourth, 

i realized my mistake.

i tried to make it right,

i tried everything.

and nothing,

nothing worked.


snap

now i know it was too late.


snap

i turned around,

to fix it,

but you were already gone.

and the only things left

of you

were the six snapped branches.



snap

         snap

                   snap

                           snap

                                     snap

                                              snap

until there is nothing left

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,,  poetryWhere stories live. Discover now