It all begins with the small particles of feelings when your heart beats so fast that you feel like you want to cry and laugh at one time but then you realise you want to smile because if you cry you’ll only get a headache. The feeling of letting go of the person that you really care about Is like tearing your leg off and letting it bleed without doing anything about it, not covering it up. I will always wonder why I feel the way I do, so insecure about love and so insecure about relationships. You would often think I’m crazy because I care so much about someone I actually come to the point I cant separate myself from them, I want to be with them constantly, share every moment together, hold them, speak words to each other that only we understand, the language of love that can only be decoded by the connection of eyes meeting and nothing else spoken by the asset we call lips. Lips speak, we use it for other things too but for me those lips are the key to something special you share between you and the one you love. And when those lips combine this is a sign language to expressing the love inside me. The love inside me is fighting to get out and when I let it come out I share it, but always looking forward to disappointment as it is stolen from me, left with no love to my name. just a hole in my heart, as the other person leaves with both loves in his pocket. I lay on the ground weeping, having this burning desire to put my hand inside my torso and search for the other piece, the one that I have kept safe for only He who stole the other half has not returned it to me. I reconvene another He and ever so kind is He. He takes it and offers to donate half of his to make a full one with mine. He passes it to me. I hold it in my hand for he trusts me. I put inside me to keep it safe.. Whilst I’m asleep he meets with a She who helps him steal the heart we made… and thats how I decease… (Killed the love we shared)
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