Mutually (Ex)clusive
My love.
Your words, last ones,
echo in my head today:
“I think the difference is
you’ve made your peace with it.”
And then.
9 months later, in my dreams,
a different sentiment was
voiced from your lips:
“I feel there’s a little
piece of me inside you.”
But love,
peace and piece,
think and feel,
Why must they be mutually exclusive?
It seems we cannot have both.
I cannot find peace within my mind
if pieces of my heart
are still with you.
Neither do pieces of your thoughts
give my heart peace.
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