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May 2018
Love came around on a Sunday afternoon.


A time when trees whispered sweet nothings to the wind

and her heart sung to the tune of another’s voice.

A time when faint lines danced across his face,

chasing the laughter and the smiles in criss-cross patterns

of happiness,

when butterflies stormed in her belly after

having been  awakened by the vibrant thumpthumpthump of his heart.


But heartbreak always comes with Monday morning.


A time when the muscles between her ribs ached for

a breath of relief from the constant holding of air.

A time where his lungs wished to be pushed into the deep

so that they may only feel the water and not the emptiness,

when the butterflies sunk down to her toes under the weight

of the splintered remains of his broken heart.


Love came around on a Sunday afternoon, and suffocated on a Monday morning.
Written by
Carmen
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   Rick, Ophelia and ---
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