you are the reason
she will write.
she will write of the stars
she sees in your eyes
that no one else does
and she will swallow her pride
to tell you how much
she is in love with your smile.
you consume all the sanity
she has left
and all you leave her with
is what's left over of a hollow heart
and numbed eyes
and unfixable broken parts;
but even then,
she will make that into art.
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