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It's been a while. Wrote something while out today.

Do you remember the way I held your hand?
Long ago when things were easier
When we didn't have to think
When things were natural
You were my best friend and I loved you
It was more beautiful because I could see what was wrong with you.
You had cracks and scuffs
I stayed anyway

Then things went sour
Every step feels overly meticulous
Planned with utmost care as to not shatter something like a bull in a glass house
Our effort could be used elsewhere
Maybe we should stop
Maybe we should throw stones
I want to.
Do you?

I remember when all I could think of was trying to go back
If I just held your hand it would feel the same
Your cracks could heal
Your scratches, I could buff them
But I changed you.
I changed you and your scratches became more pronounced.
You cracks, deeper.
I changed you and I'm sorry
I'm sorry I can't fix you
I'm sorry you don't want me to
I'm sorry it hurts
And I'm sorry I changed you into something I can't look at.