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There is only one type of love 

and when it breaks, 

it snaps like a corn stalk 

spring's work, come undone 

And we watch the yield rot

like a wound untended 

It is still useful, 

but the substance of it,

hollow...shambled

too many renegades to gather

If I were a God, 

I would learn how to

grow from destruction 

or how to be around you

without heart 

I would learn, 

how not to cut you in half 

how to keep the green fields of

your smile in my glassy eyes 

maybe you're really done. 
this once, or a thousand times over

I know I have watched you

punch a wall until your

knuckles turn purple

and your tears turn to a solid texture

or maybe this once

after a thousand times over

you will just toss the rot

into the waste basket

and I will never see your 

careless neglect again.