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your joker's smile is like a ghost
filling this hole in my torso
[not my chest because it isn't
just my heart that is gone; it's
everything, you see, all of me]

pitter patter pitter pat
drumbeats of the rain
drown out my broken
footsteps
across this dusty floor

"we're just two broken people"
you smirked, holding me close;
"then we'll take our pieces
and fit them together,"
i replied, smiling;
except
"we fit together like funhouse mirrors" --
and you walked away.
"i don't expect you to ever forgive me."

i am a shattered funhouse mirror
and my pieces are scattered
through galaxies and deep space,
lost
in transition

my wish upon a star
came true --
with you, i was a supernova

[without you, i may undergo
gravitational collapse]
maybe it wouldn't
hurt as bad