kintsugi soul

XXXVI

the day you read a poem about her
was the day it became real.
you sounded so happy
and so in love
i almost was happy
for you.
but then
i remembered
the stilted conversations
the heartbreak
the awkward glances
the tears
your hand gripping mine,
siphoning out my heart
to add it to your collection.
i hope you're happy.
she deserves you.
(probably more than me)