Untitled 2.

How can you be broken
By someone who was never there

A vague remembrance
Forgotten memory
That still grabs hold of my attention
Even when residing across the country

Silly
Stupid
Wrong
There

As if imprinted on my brain
And, has yet to come off

Half of me is at each curious side
Far away from the other
One is forced
The other, nothing but willing
Though, it should be the other way around

As if i'm stuck
Each hand locked
But, which side
Breaks free?





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