Thousands That Can’t Mend Our Hearts: Late Night Poetry.

Our hearts are broken in a thousand ways:
by a thousand people and a thousand places.
We mend them.
We try to mend them.
But the pieces get lost…
Each belonging to a different person.
Each flying in a different place.
And we try to pull them together,
But our throats begin to burn…
Our souls begin to hurt.
Yet we try to connect them all,
believing that there is a connection…
Between a thousand people.
Between a thousand places.
That gave us thousands that broke our hearts in a thousand ways…
Where we lost the meaning of things…
But we mend them.
We try to mend them.

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