I came here with a broken heart. A heart busted at the seams, spilling beams of light. Still in love and no longer wish to be. Instead, pouring it all into me. Slowly.
Sit inside myself mostly at twilight. Close my eyes remembering touch, corner gazes and how the air smelled.
The day it was goodbye. The marked pleasantries that weren't really us. He sunk his head in my neck; my tears rolling into his ears.
My shattered heart is beautiful and painfully in my throat. I'm hoping for something great to be birthed from it; something to commemorate it's brief, fragile life.

Even if it was only me who could love.


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