Both of us were still broken
by our pasts
when we first met
But it did not matter
I still gave everything and did my best
to pick up the shards that she left
even though I know it would hurt
and fuck me up in the end.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly