I Know I

  

  "Has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me?

I know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar break and I’ve been trying to repair it every single stupid day 

But won’t the cracks still show no matter how well it’s assembled can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go?

All my motives and every single narrative below reflects that moment when it broke and will I never let it go no matter what? 
Now I am throwing all the shards away, discarding every fragment, and fumbling uncertain."