life fractured 

in split decisions, 

regret forming 

in tepid hands,

that shake with a will

they cannot control —

so precarious are

our choices

to be together or

alone. 

perhaps it’s possible

to love enough 

not to see an end,

fooled by the 

warmth in our chests,

we believe in 

never ending stories,

we believe in people

that never leave. 

unable to foresee wild hearts

breaking loose

from their confines,

the life of resignation 

we unknowingly signed. 

stupidly 

I fear the unmet potential

facing back in the mirror,

all the beautiful little accidents

that make a life so perfectly 

fractured. 

pieces of girl

Northbrook, IL

(847) 987-0136

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