“I lost my heart and I’m a wreck. The hole in my chest - full of smelly, ancient cheeses, reeking faded romance. Beneath it - a rugged, roughened, wasteland, marked by faded dreams. Trust, love, placed in me, will leave one shattered/broken, if not worse.”
They start
By falling into pain with you.
Crescendoed relief,
Re-lived, untreated, trauma,
Release — megalo-dramatic end.
Final balance, distance in healing;
Measured grief, dependence, need
I used to be scared of dying, you know.Before I met you, I mean.
Oh, I’m still technically scared, I think.At least of the transition into death (`haha!`), as they say.
It’s just that, well, this? us?If the end were to arrive today?This, would be enough.
this is a message for your heartthat massive muscle in your chest which sometimes beats so hard it makes your compact frame tremble and stands as warning to the world: ---BEWARE!For I will torch you with my passionOr my wrath
your whispered “I love you” / was meant to say “don’t leave”