You and I,

We both have history,

Written in ink of time,

Protected from our present,

We can pretend,

To start,

But not with a clean slate,

We need to make do,

with what we have,

by default,

You with your pretty face,

I with my gawky handwriting,

Trying to carve our names,

In bark of time like trees,

Seemingly strong,

But vulnerable,

I have torn a few pages for you,

Maybe you have prepared to say,

that you’ve torn your heart too,

which i obviously don’t believe,

It’s not a fresh start,

We have a history, remember?

But it’s a start,

of sorts…

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