I chose myself

So did you. Win-win.

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You chose to fix yourself.
I chose to save myself the agony
Of watching your futile fixing
Frustrate you day after day.

You’re not broken, you never were

Your fixing is your recognising
That you want more than this.
Your fixing is your knowing
That your “this” isn’t mine.

So you blame me for your choice
And I defend against my pain
And we stand in battle, back to back,
Facing imaginary enemies

Fighting a war in our minds

It’s a war of worlds colliding
Scattering the shrapnel of reality
Over the ruins of our dream
In the debris, the arresting contrast

Of glow and grey, provokes
Unexpected wonder and,
Startling, jarring,
The realisation of Beauty.

The understanding of Promise.