staccato—

if you hear me pausing in between sentences and stopping before the story ends it is because some stories aren’t to tell—

if you see me ending my words too soon it is because i hear and i hear it loud, hearts are breaking, they don’t mend—

if you’re there when i am changing direction it is because of my generosity to protect every little thing at stake always wins me over—

so forgive me if i’m stopping mid-sentence, i am a living staccato, pausing— never fully realise a full stop—

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