fractured frame of a friendship wasted


you act like your soul sees mine again
and for a brief moment,
i believe

my being begs for my acquiesce
broken and desperate
and wanting what you stole
wanting so hopelessly to be whole

and then,
you’re gone again

just another ghost for me to carry
and god, sometimes it’s too much to bear
because you used to tell me you’d always be there

just another truth we’ll have to bury
in the grave marked
‘two girls, one soul, too many lies’

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I used to think that we were one soul split between two bodies. A matching set made to stand side by side. And now, we are fractured. Our pieces don't recognize themselves in each other. We are reflections no longer; the mirror has shattered and I'm cutting myself on the glass.