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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two tales

a soul lives
in the here and now
trundling along in reality
arriving from the past

it aches for
a tomorrow
where magic twirls
whimsies whirl
and for once
dreams become something
so near and real
the heart can touch and tuck away
in its pocket

~~~

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sh(e)ared

a love letter
ripped at the part
where he was about to declare his
————————————————–
love cut off just like when they
yanked him away
from her dream

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starved to death

A craving so great, the heart is nibbling on itself. Not even the darkest nights can mask hollow ripples flowing from a skinny, starving soul.

~~~

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drenched

take this heart away
it has been soaking in love
so damn much it hurts

~~~

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