a lot has changed in a week.
a lot has stayed the same.
still bruised but not broken and learning to live without.
still tears in the car but fewer and far between.
i am composing a new playlist for life right now.
i'm happy the other has run its course for now.
i left smiling, content in our awkwardness.
or maybe just mine.
i can't give what i used to and that's ok.
maybe i will be able to again one day.
maybe then we won't be strangers that meet up one day for coffee with nothing to say.
few tears, not mine.
the excuse of water to hide them.
truths learned.
controlled and fluid bitterness and joy.
my happiness is still contingent on something outside of me.
this really is my becomings.
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