We were anything but a clean
break; we were splintered wood and shards
of glass that could never fit to-
gether again because after
they'd been broken precisely in
two, their edges had dulled in all
the wrong places. Then sometimes, I
would start to forget you; and then
you'd talk to me out of the blue
and I'd simply know that none of
it could be true. And you'd leave your
mark and depart; and then I'd be
left bleeding out on the ground, sim-
ply waiting for that wonderful,
fleeting moment when you'd speak to
me again. As much as I craved
you coming back to me each and
every time, it would be so
much less painful if we had just
had a clean break.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...