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She looked at me and laughed,
"It's not real dear, you can't have a broken heart."
Her smile I did return,
"I can prove to you, it can"

Tell me if you've ever felt something
That goes beyond this world,
A companionship so intense,
That makes your insides whirl?

I can't expect you to understand,
If you've never felt it so.
Can't explain a broken heart
To the one who still owns his own.

How could I ever explain,
The way that we convey ourselves,
When through poetry we display
The dustiest parts of our souls?

How could you comprehend,
When you've never felt the way
That if feels to have her eyelashes
Brush like butterflies, caught like prey?

How can you understand,
The deepest feeling you could face
When you've never placed your hand
And felt a heartbeat quickening it's pace?

You see, I said,
It may only ever be
An *****, biologically.
But there is something which makes us human,
And that is your heart, and that can be broken.
I'm not broken-hearted... But distance is enough to **** me.
This past summer I burned for a writer.
Our first date, by a lake.
We sat on this old, worn out picnic table.
I should have known it wasn't going to work out.
We talked.
Hand in hand, crossing running water,
Dark.
The road was rocky and unstable and it  was the same way out.
I should have known it would turn out this  way.
She wrote all over me.
Touching,
Leaving fingerprints mistaken as ink stains.
She was writer and pen and keyboard and  backspace.
I was paper
and just paper.
She took me home
Lips to lips,
up in flames I went
She did that to me.
3rd degree burns shouldn't have felt that right.
I should have known,
I should have known
This was all too good
I was too good.
she was too good.
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