Threads and Strings

and just like that
my heart became glass:
at once shining
and shattering.

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you see
i can't help my
love
for you

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there are threads,
seams, shreds,
strings
that i can tug on
to bounce back into
a life with you

but sense and
reality
holds my hasty heart back
reminding me of
the leftover scars

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it's funny how
love was flowing through
my veins once upon
a time
and now it's stuck
in the corners of my heart
forcing for a way
out

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so
it's back to hanging
in the corridors of
what ifs
until somebody has
the courage
to compromise
or
speak up

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ah.
the problem is
i still smell that
smoky smell,
feel that thin beard,
the map of skin and lines,
the blanket of warmth
and remember those silly
accents and jokes!

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hope,
that odd little
fellow,
crept into my dusty
heart.