the breakup
are we breaking up?
i haven't answered the question
but i could already see the strings snap,
watch the pieces of the puzzle fall out.
it was like standing in the middle of a museum
looking at things we built in frames.
nothing seemed wrong from afar
but we knew that the paint was chipping away.
are we breaking up?
as if it was my decision.
you already did everything to make me say yes to the question.
