Two Stories Of Two Broken Hearts

A goodbye told in two voices.

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When love breaks,
it breaks in two —
not just the bond,
but me and you.

We walk away,
but not the same.
you carry the hurt,
I carry the blame.

You got your story.
I got mine.
Same ending,
but a different line.

I told my side
with a shaking voice,
blamed myself —
like I had no choice.

I thought too much
of what I lacked,
the words, the feelings,
I should’ve said.

But did you ever
see the fight —
the quiet war
I held inside?

Did the night
keep you awake,
haunted by
what we couldn’t create?

You left so fast,
without a sound,
as if what we had
was never found.