like shards of glass cold and cutting this seemingly transient unLove stage opens my skin and stabs my insides this understood rational unLoving unglues my messy shattered mind-set this hopefully transient unLove stage suffoccates my soul into a void silence your understood stoic unLoving is not stronger than me and youmulticolored shards of glass tainted in blood red

with my unDying Love– but barely just there

until our transient unLove phase is done with-

and we start Loving as we barely do now-but entirely