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do you remember when we talked about the capacity of our hearts how it can be bigger than our own bodies capable of swallowing entire galaxies like a sun exploding, burning devouring everything in its wake when we wondered, desperately where to keep all this love inside of us threatening to spill everywhere anywhere it could go if it had a place to stay and welcome it home when we recounted histories of loves lost and found of foolishness and folly of hearts breaking with the magnitude of earthquakes shattering into the debris of our memories only resurfacing if they are dug up with tender hands when revelations were spoken recognizing all the mistakes naming all of the hurt one by one and saying, "i've known you" and it is beautiful all of it, the whole of it some sort of sobriety after what feels like a lifetime under the drunken influence of our hearts in another universe there would be versions of ourselves who have chosen to be content. but here, here our hearts are bigger than our bodies and they can break with the magnitude of earthquakes and in our stubbornness we will choose to hurt, to ache, to yearn and yet we will always dive heart-first.
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
a conversation about our hearts
do you remember when we talked about the capacity of our hearts how it can be bigger than our own bodies capable of swallowing entire galaxies like a sun exploding, burning devouring everything in its wake when we wondered, desperately where to keep all this love inside of us threatening to spill everywhere anywhere it could go if it had a place to stay and welcome it home when we recounted histories of loves lost and found of foolishness and folly of hearts breaking with the magnitude of earthquakes shattering into the debris of our memories only resurfacing if they are dug up with tender hands when revelations were spoken recognizing all the mistakes naming all of the hurt one by one and saying, "i've known you" and it is beautiful all of it, the whole of it some sort of sobriety after what feels like a lifetime under the drunken influence of our hearts in another universe there would be versions of ourselves who have chosen to be content. but here, here our hearts are bigger than our bodies and they can break with the magnitude of earthquakes and in our stubbornness we will choose to hurt, to ache, to yearn and yet we will always dive heart-first.
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
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