𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

fulfillment

fortune cookies

filled me

with forsaken

promises and

hopeful yearnings

;

much like you did

;

now,

i break apart

the vanilla twist

and read the parcel

of prophecy,

then let the fragment

of my sorrowful soul

slip through my fingers

and fall to the floor,

because i have learned

that promises are meant to be

b r o k e n.

;

much like you broke me

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