the first time i loved him
i broke his favourite cup
it splintered across the floor
the pieces spelt his name on the dirty linoleum
he is passing through
as i am passing through
this multicoloured kaleidoscope of emotional turmoil
only to come alive in bouts of undesired passion
there is no peace in his heart
and the closer i get
the more i cut myself on his broken pieces
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