all our broken pieces
are breaking even more
into tiny
tiny bits
like little grains of sand
it's been like that every day of this week
I should be getting used to it
by now
but I just can't seem
to look at you the same way anymore
everything that you say
seems to have its own way
of hitting me right in the feels
though I look you deep in the eyes
it is you that I don't seem to see
it's hard to believe that there was once a time
when we were two halves of a whole
now we are just an eighth and a seventh again
at night you say
I love you
but I'm beginning to wonder
if it's me you want to say those words to
