Bumbling clarity

Between you and me,
Poetry
Is not something I've always seen
As great and mending.

At least not until she
Split my heart in three
As she turned away from thee
Who had brought us together.

We met on a Christian retreat.

But broken heart is too cliche
For me to write about today
I can't make others feel
Something they can't know is real

But in writing this,
My thoughts on a page,
Little letters adding order
To my bumbling cage
Of doubt and fear to ever try again
To me relationships are just a loss of a friend.

But why do i say this in this poem today?
By reading and writing my thoughts in rows i lay,
I gain the clarity of thought. And that's a lot.
As my writing expands and my worries shrink
I gain the blessing that it is to know what i think.

This poem is about: 
Me

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