i give up.

at this moment

this split second when

the email replied with just one

word

but a lifetime of broken-hearted

meaning:

“yes.”

as in

“yes, i didn’t hold your

hand

because it made it awkward to walk

but because

i’d stopped loving you.”

“yes,”

as in

“yes, i didn’t turn away

from your kiss

because it made it difficult to breathe

but because

my heart no longer belonged

to you.”

and i am lost here

alone here

broken and discarded

here

and

you

are

.

.

.

there.

and i think i have to

finally

give up.

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