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Metaphors for Solo Dinners

I am one third whole

& you are balanced

My last name is thrice as long as my first

But yours are equally the same.

You were an auction of pain

& I was an open invitation for broken boys.

You were the flat line on an electrocardiogram,

& I was the darkness that enveloped the skyline.

You were the stutter before a goodbye,

& I was the broken bridges that led to forest fires.

We were both damaged,

We met at the wrong place

One of us admitted it,

the other walked away.