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Bee Talarzyk / 10

Each life is like a spool of yarn,

different lengths,

different colors,

different sizes

And the yarn gets tangled

Gets wrapped up and mangled

When you meet someone

and the knots get all tied

So sometimes it’s easier,

to pretend we were never friends,

to untie all those secrets from me

Easier than trying to hold them together

But it also hurts,

to let go

Because you forget

You forget that you attached yourself

to me

To remove all those knots between us

Is painstaking

Because I’m forced

to untangle each bit of you

from me

Watching the yarn slip through my fingers

Because if I don’t,

I risk you ripping my soul out

when you take yours back

from me


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