my love for you has become
irrelevant
with too many years
too many different cities,
too many love affairs
and dreams that weren't
about you

but part of me still loves you
(and is always going to)

and part of you is still
breaking
my heart.

and so my life turned out
to be a snow globe

and far away from you
it would slowly settle
down

into peaceful, quiet
beauty;


but you'd come
to shake it up
and it'd turn out
more interesting, yes:
full of glitter and
wonder and life but

mostly full of chaos

and all over the place.