At the beginning

All I have?
just a painful,
broken thought;

how we
met and become
“us”

my brain is a squalor
and ‘I’ a mess

The thought of
our story
(enraptured love,
unforgiven)

impossible to relate
so at the end, instead,
I could only create.

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