I gave you a sliver of my heart
and it promptly splinters apart.
It’s not easy, is it?
Going ‘round and ‘round,
in this carousel we call Life
never growing, never changing
moving in dizzying circles.
What am I to you? You ask.
Nothing. And Everything.
Not a friend. Not a lover.
Not a stranger (I wish).
Not a foe.
Someone I trust.
Someone I hate.
I took a leap of faith.
You didn’t ask. I just did.
and I have yet to cease falling.
midnight, headfirst
into emptiness
into blankness
It is but a silver.
It might as well be gold.
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