The Fates have pulled our string
and its been violently cut in two
I took the longer piece of course,
Like I'll always be burdened to do
And you will escape with minimal memories
Of what we used to be
Because your string has been tied to another
For the sum of our history
So I will pack up what we had
All the discourse, the poems, the flaws
My string will be tied in a tight circle
And yours will be dragged and tossed
To me the Fates have whispered
That you'll somehow end up with her
The eye between them delivered
To these messages, I concur
But where does that leave us now?
Me, on my journey of self-reflection
Yours, continued on from the other end
Both of us strangers to your deception
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SP
Amateur poet.
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