
We don’t need to have this conversation.
You already know each syllable of my thoughts.
You already read me like a graphic novel.
You’ve already heard more than you ought.
There’s no point to this conversation.
I can’t add more to what you already know.
I can’t be any different to who I am.
I am no more than what’s already on show.
Nothing will change with this conversation.
I’m still broken fragments and pieces ground to dust.
You can’t stick me back together,
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Published on July 09, 2020 12:00