the one (that got away)

June 5, 2017

now,
i surround myself
with
everything
irrelevant
dead roses,
plastic toys,
torn out books,
empty music–
because
its sight
gives me
purpose.
dominance may be a construct
, but so were you,
and you seemed like the
only part of
me that
was real.
i need purpose
because
even though we weren’t
real,
i can’t help but
think that the part
of me
that you took away
was.

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