With the responsibility to
make me happy,
came the ability to
break my heart.
With the charisma to
win over my awkwardness,
came the audacity to
leave me alone.
With the right to
know all my dark secrets,
came the guts to
break me apart.
He parted, I survived.
He again parted, I survived.
He once again parted, I survived.
Like this, an eternity passed
mending and picking my all pieces -
broken, stabbed, mutilated, I picked all
and made a string of broken things,
Half-mended, and half-tattered.
Somewhat melancholic,
and some barely visible.
I stringed it together for not letting
go any piece of mine.
So, as if when it will come to love or not,
I might choose the "Not".
©why_so_dark
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