the fine print

Nothing about this is simple
nor painless.

If you read the fine print
you’d know that for every heartbeat
they will take away two
and your soul, too.

Each passing second
will make you feel like
you’re running out of air,
and no matter what
you’ll always be wanting more
until you’re left
spent and numb
with barely anything else
to give.

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absence is the only option

It lives among rustling of trees
letting space between leaves
leave but a void

non-existence of sound tells a tale
of every flaw scratched on petals
silently they fall
like dusk kissing the ground

so silent the heart wonders
if it’s still there.

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the downside of summer

Lungs, coddled by gulps of air. Hearts, swollen, filled to the brim. For a moment, the beautiful state of as-is seemed to stay forever.

Seasons change as the sun rises earlier and sets much later. The air grows heavier, the spring vaporizing, leaving lungs gasping, hearts running dry. The only thing keeping them alive is knowing that they expand and contract, and beat for each other, in a rhythm only they understand.

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no place in heaven

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full house

Letting words out of the cage

not so that they can be seen
and revered

but so they can breathe easily
for all chambers have been filled
with feelings for you.

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chucked

He came to me with something in his palms. A heart—mine. I did not even know it was missing.

Cupped and caressed in his warm hands, it looked so alive. How had it lived before him? Its thump was the loudest it had ever been.

In a blink of an eye he turned around and disappeared, the heart a lump left on the sidewalk, and I could have sworn that it stopped beating.

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fooling a heart

losing you
made my heart stronger
just so it could crumble
(all over again)
if you’d ever return

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something fierce

Tonight I told the moon I missed you something fierce. Hiding behind the clouds, it acted like it did not give a damn about stories of us.

Rain came in the wake of a gray day, and I was left with just dreams of you, mute and monochromatic, its pregnant drops keeping you away from me.

So I turned to the stars and told them the same thing. They nodded and said they understood how it felt to miss someone ‘like crazy’, but they did not. They really did not.

Nothing could even begin to describe the state of a heart swollen with something as fierce as this.
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