Infinite spaces
Between us,
.........Stopping where
.........We should’ve begun..
Fragmented and broken into pieces
The shards of it keep digging
Further in
.........The taste of rust irritate
.........My sore appetite
.........Clinging on; while
.........Inside of me,
.........Everything bursts.
I guess, I’ve crossed the line.
And I know there’s no
Turning back.
I’ve been dreading this part,
........This part,
................Of finally,
........Losing You.
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