How would you explain me
To your next girlfriend?
What we were,
The things we did.
How we changed,
The thing we turned into.
And finally,
The way that we broke.
Piece by piece
Into a million fragments
of the lies that we told.
And eventually,
That we came
to believe.
So is that all we were to you?
Merely a thing?
Not worth putting into
Real words.
Not enough to be anything more
Than a vague indication of something
That was more than nothing.
But certainly not
Anything along the lines of
An item that mattered to you;
a relationship?
And when I come to think of it,
I think I agree.
Because a relationship would require
Two people.
And the only person that you ever saw,
Or even cared about
Was yourself.
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»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
