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.