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A long time ago, I placed my heart inside of a box. Just an ordinary one - nothing too elaborate or beautiful. No ornate carvings, no special material like marble or gold or steel. I buried that box so no one would ever be able to reach the broken thing inside of it - but then you happened. I went looking for it, only to discover that you had already found it. Cradling it as if it was something precious instead of diseased pieces. I knew then, you’d always have it. Even if you somehow put it back together, removed the rot, allowed it to beat again, It would always belong to you. You were kind enough to give it back after you mended it, passing it to me with a brightness in your eyes I’d never seen. Though it’s back in my body, no longer hiding in a box, beating for ‘someone else,’ - It’s still yours - waiting for you to come back - to cherish it again like you once did. Promise me, that if you ever return: you’ll rip it right out of me, place it in another useless box, and set the entire thing ablaze so I will never have to hurt anyone for belonging to you when I’m not supposed to.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
Heart-Shaped-Box
A long time ago, I placed my heart inside of a box. Just an ordinary one - nothing too elaborate or beautiful. No ornate carvings, no special material like marble or gold or steel. I buried that box so no one would ever be able to reach the broken thing inside of it - but then you happened. I went looking for it, only to discover that you had already found it. Cradling it as if it was something precious instead of diseased pieces. I knew then, you’d always have it. Even if you somehow put it back together, removed the rot, allowed it to beat again, It would always belong to you. You were kind enough to give it back after you mended it, passing it to me with a brightness in your eyes I’d never seen. Though it’s back in my body, no longer hiding in a box, beating for ‘someone else,’ - It’s still yours - waiting for you to come back - to cherish it again like you once did. Promise me, that if you ever return: you’ll rip it right out of me, place it in another useless box, and set the entire thing ablaze so I will never have to hurt anyone for belonging to you when I’m not supposed to.
HollowTempest
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
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