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love is “an intense feeling of deep affection” they say what a meager definition for such a consuming feeling to me, to love is to be a cannibal for one’s heart to love is to consume— to search and to learn and to listen to their souls to be dead and be raised from the grave just by their voice my love takes up all their hearts space even when i wasn’t even invited and yet i still ache with more to give to love is to listen so deeply that my ears bleed to love is to drink their words eat their maggots i love head to toe bones and all— until you evaporate because my love was too strong but in my head you’re still here because I still never gave you all my love after all.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
Love
love is “an intense feeling of deep affection” they say what a meager definition for such a consuming feeling to me, to love is to be a cannibal for one’s heart to love is to consume— to search and to learn and to listen to their souls to be dead and be raised from the grave just by their voice my love takes up all their hearts space even when i wasn’t even invited and yet i still ache with more to give to love is to listen so deeply that my ears bleed to love is to drink their words eat their maggots i love head to toe bones and all— until you evaporate because my love was too strong but in my head you’re still here because I still never gave you all my love after all.
this is from a while ago, 6/12/25
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
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