Truth travels fast.
I spent the day following
The sound of
Splintering hearts.
It all means nothing.
Who you were in the past.
You said you understood
What we went through.
Guess not.
You're so entangled up into who I used to be.
How am I going to uncomplicate it?
I don't know how to feel.
I cannot dissociate myself into forgetting
The new example you have been setting.
Now you'll be the hurt we will be healing.
Now you're the one tramping on our feelings.
Ripped stitches that held everything in place,
Has left me wondering about your true face.
It isn't really that complicated, you know.
You believe in our stories or you don't.
You cannot hold my hand
And not hold my truth.
In the end everything
Meant absolutely
Nothing to you.
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