We shattered the glass
All over the floor
We walked away
But you walked back
Picked up a few pieces
and threw them at me
I turned to walk away again
When you threw a couple more shards
You seem to want to repair the window
When I know it just needs to be replaced
You want to debate who
Threw the first ball
Instead of who threw the last
Causing the window to break
You show me the pieces as though we could
Figure out which belongs to which of us
And we could put them back together
But there are too may pieces
And you’ve thrown
shards at me that stuck...
We’ll never get them back
Then again...I can’t tell
If your efforts are genuine to
Repair the window or if you
Just seek justification by pointing out
The pieces you think I broke
You wonder why I reply
You can’t seem to understand
That although the window
Is broken, I still see
Some of the remaining pieces
As being good
I care enough to not
want you to bleed
The window is gone though so
perhaps, unwittingly I’m making
You bleed more?
So, I resolve...
That it’s time to walk away
For good
Let you heal on your own
As I heal on my own
Before the shards turn into larger pieces
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