The Broken People We've Become

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you took my hand as I started to leave
the leaves they begged for my feet

the dirt and the earth and the breeze
take me away from the girl that you need

we were not meant to fit effortlessly
you pled for my love so I forced a good scene

the pieces of puzzle we thought that we were
forced to align just made everything hurt

relationships built with grit and with pride
you tell me are rare but persist over time

I've never been one for changing my mind
why fight the good fight just to settle for 'nice'

- a c j