and how to breathe
the more you pushed me away
the tighter i gripped
till bleeding, my hands were sore
and i realized i could see nothing else
if only you knew
to refrain from breaking my spirit
was a hug, and for you to look me in the eye again
and say - this matters. we will be okay,
because this, love, matters.
there is no anger here, no resentment and no hatred
just a broken heart
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