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The thought of us breaking up
brings me into shock.
When I broke my glasses last night,
it was the same.
I could hold them;
but I cannot hold you-
and I can tell people they're broken.
We're broken.

You were there when a friend died.
but now you yourself have died-
trust me it pains me to admit that.
Not that you have to laugh
at every single joke on
How I Met Your Mother
but the occasional would be decent,
alright?

Look at the rainbow in the sky-
beauty comes out of such an ugly thing,
such an ugly break-up.
Shall we part? See what happens?
Maybe all we're good for is
a year and a half.



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InkWriter13 said...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 11:20 pm
A interesting spiral of thoughts. I like the comparisons and analogies. Very fitting and parallel with great clarity. Sad yet real. Relatable, which is key as a writer. Not sure I understand every part of this...I loved the ending. Perfect. Insightful. Conclusive. Great work. Would you please comment on my poems titled Delusional Dream and The Warmth of Life? 
 
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