Pain Changed Us
Aug. 10 2016
I put my pieces back differently after we left each other shattered.
So when I see you again my heart races but not in the same rhythm.
When you speak, I hear your words but your voice is different.
When I try to talk, almost everything gets congested in my throat and nothing comes out coherently anymore.
Nothing feels the same with you. It's different. Unexplored. Strained. Biting at the chain.
Time will tell if our pieces still match.
Sept. 7 2016
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