good morning, lovethe air here is cold but i think i am colder - i hold your heart in the highest esteem yet as i feel it splinter i cannot but think that this heart you left untended has shattered under its own power; it was never mine to break & when you kissed me that way, we were doomed doomed, and i wouldn’t change it anymore; things are such as they are. (it is for that reason that i accept - with disapproval – the sudden infertility of my tear ducts & the way this nightmare has become truth)good morning, love
this time, though,
you won’t see me as i fall apart; not any
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but i'm still not comfortable in my skin
and the anesthetics slowly wearing thin
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