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after I decided to leave

you said don't

you know how much

a break up takes a toll

on your soul?

how much it tears it apart?

 

but that's the difference

between you and me

and the ways we see

the rest of the world

you think the soul is built

of hand-made blocks stacked

and arranged to create

elegant halls and walls

to hang memories upon

with doors that open only to a select few

and I see the soul: a muscle

that tears but heals

stronger than before

and after I am gone you'll see

that the first cut may be the deepest

but you'll stretch

across oceans and boarders

and find that

I am a stone

you once picked up along the riverside

and pocketed me in the fabric

over your heart

where I found material warmth

and yet, I didn't belong there

where the sun was hidden

and I no longer could feel

the current of the creek

rush over me, but instead

the thrumming of a heartbeat

with blood that did not flow

like the water I thirsted for

 

and now that I have left

I say to you, don't

let me make you

stone cold

just as I couldn't let you

chisel and shape me

to fit inside your castle