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Noughts and Crosses

I'm finding

(quite often nowadays) 

that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me

like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad 

it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me 

but takes away all that I hated 

 

I have so much I want to say 

and so much I hold back on 

too stubborn 

to admit what I wish I could 

 

I wonder how you are 

after all we went through 

that so soon split us apart 

 

Did we play games? 

Cruel games back and forth 

like chess 

one move made to hurt the other 

aiming to break our strongest parts 

I left those parts with you

 

Life works in mysterious ways 

(my mother tells me) 

perhaps one day I might believe her 

 

 

-why we broke up

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