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Before you left you said your heart was mine to keep.
I promise to look after it for you until you get back, I amended, and that's when you swore that you wouldstillalways [never say that you didn't] love me.
And I always trusted you['d come back to me].
I carried your heart close to my own, hopingsecretly to keep it [safe, to keep it whole,] forever.
You always had so much heart. A vibrance. A wildness. I love[d that about] you. I hated to think that a uniform and a rifle could crush that out of you.
I hate that somebody tried.
And I hate that they might have succeeded, too.
Because I was right to trust you in some ways, I guess. You came back long enough to say goodbye. And you [never] told me you [didn't] loved me. You merely asked me to hate you, instead.
Maybe it was in that moment when you hung up the phone, I [could barely hear the click as your line, crackling with static,] went dead. And when I looked for your heart next to mine, I couldn't find it anymore.
You'd taken it back, I suppose. Plucked it from my chest and maybe mine along with it.
I [tried to] carry your heart.
[Maybe that's why] I feel [so] empty.
I promise to look after it for you until you get back, I amended, and that's when you swore that you would
And I always trusted you['d come back to me].
I carried your heart close to my own, hoping
You always had so much heart. A vibrance. A wildness. I love[d that about] you. I hated to think that a uniform and a rifle could crush that out of you.
I hate that somebody tried.
And I hate that they might have succeeded, too.
Because I was right to trust you in some ways, I guess. You came back long enough to say goodbye. And you [never] told me you [didn't] loved me. You merely asked me to hate you, instead.
Maybe it was in that moment when you hung up the phone, I [could barely hear the click as your line, crackling with static,] went dead. And when I looked for your heart next to mine, I couldn't find it anymore.
You'd taken it back, I suppose. Plucked it from my chest and maybe mine along with it.
I [tried to] carry your heart.
[Maybe that's why] I feel [so] empty.
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In Heaviness We Are Happy
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts
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read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
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Have You Ever?
Have you ever,
cried until very,
late at night?
Have you ever,
felt so tired,
but, you can't,
sleep,
because, you Cant.
Stop.,
Thinking.?
Have you ever,
looked at the clock,
which read 3:00am?
Have you ever,
cried to yourself,
begged your thoughts,
to just let you sleep?
Have you ever,
just laid there,
trying not to think?
Have you ever,
waited for hours,
in pain,
in love,
with no hope,
just to fall,
A,
S,
L,
E,
E,
P,
I have...
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I carry your heart
[I carry it in my heart]
- E. E. Cummings
[I carry it in my heart]
- E. E. Cummings
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This is so beautiful.