Can't give me the whole.
Frayed at the edges
From the shards
I scrabble break away.
Cut up my insides
on the way to my heart.
At least the pain is mine

The back of your heart
is almost enough.
I sometimes see your face
When you spin out of control.
Hold my breath and wait.
Which way will you stop?
But the truth is
We both already know.

The End

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