I served myself a notice
that I noticed I was halved,
and needed to repair the break
I found within myself.
I could no longer play the lie
of Everything Is Fine
when part of me curled up and died
each time I kissed your cheek.
I knew I had to choose between
the life we made together,
or living whole but all alone,
to break up or be broken.
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