by Dawn Lanuza
Are we breaking up?
I haven’t answered the question
but I could already see the strings snap,
watch the pieces of the puzzle fall out.
It was like standing in the middle of a museum
looking at the things we built in frames.
Nothing seemed wrong from afar
but we knew that the paint was chipping away.
Are we breaking up?
As if it were my decision.
You already did everything to make me
say yes to the question.
From:
You Are Here
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