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As the final string broke

As the final string broke

My heart fell to the ground,

Shattering upon the impact

that its fanciful delicacy made

with the hard surface of an impenetrable reality.

It's fractured pieces

resembled those of a fractured mind;

Inconsistent in feeling and desire,

lost in the direction of where to reach.

Pieces of hatred and rage intermixed

with slivers of tenderness and sympathy.

The words that spill from my mouth continue to change

as I sort through the pieces

of my broken heart.

Leaving part of me to seek vengeance on the man

whose hands cut the final string,

And contrarily,

the other part of me seeking to be held once more

by those very same hands.

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