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There's an empty cavity where my heart once lived. I remember it being boisterous and selfless. I ripped it out of my own flesh.  A sacrifice. A gift for you, So that you'd never have to feel alone again. I healed the scars on it myself. They used to be wounds from careless lovers who were never good enough. Once it was whole, I knew a place I could put it for safe keeping, a home in someone else. You were always the place I could trust. When my heart first left me, I was overjoyed that it was with you. So happy and loud, I could hear my heart beat inside your chest no matter our distance. But I don't hear it anymore. The beating has been extinguished by pain and confusion. I can't help but to think it was better off with me. Still, I don't want it back... It was always yours anyway.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Death Is Not Just For The Dying
There's an empty cavity where my heart once lived. I remember it being boisterous and selfless. I ripped it out of my own flesh.  A sacrifice. A gift for you, So that you'd never have to feel alone again. I healed the scars on it myself. They used to be wounds from careless lovers who were never good enough. Once it was whole, I knew a place I could put it for safe keeping, a home in someone else. You were always the place I could trust. When my heart first left me, I was overjoyed that it was with you. So happy and loud, I could hear my heart beat inside your chest no matter our distance. But I don't hear it anymore. The beating has been extinguished by pain and confusion. I can't help but to think it was better off with me. Still, I don't want it back... It was always yours anyway.
shaylyn
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
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