
Spare me the details.
Help me move forward by forgetting about me.
Don’t waver.
Don’t feel sorry.
Just let me go peacefully.
We have to know when to let go.
When to understand that it’s over.
And it is.
You can’t put this back together.
We’re in tiny pieces.
We’ve constantly proven that.
There’s no way to fix what we’ve broken.
This relationship is disabled.
The accessories to help us move forward aren’t helping.
My hands are blistered from trying to grab the shards of what we used to be.
We’re worse as one that just you and me.
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