The page was blank when I picked up the pen
The jumbled mass of thoughts
Pouring onto the page
Became a mass of destruction
Words describing you attacking each other
To be be one to describe you best
To be the one that would explain
How you broke my heart
But they blurred when my tears joined them
And they ceased to make sense
And the lump in my throat
Struggled to reorganise them
But it was too late for them
Too late for you
Too late for us
Valerie Masters
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