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A feeling buried beneath spoonfuls of time pleads for resurrection. It paces within the confines of my ribcage. So sweet and horrifying it is that it still lives on, aged & twisted. I wanted this love to be put down. There was no future for us with me here & her there. We were in different places, in more ways than one. She begged me not to do it. “It will only hurt more later,” I said with a grimace, pulling the trigger. My heart wept as & my body shook to the sound of goodbye. & so at a private funeral I buried my love, deep within me, thinking it was dead. But it were merely wounded. When it woke it howled. Now it whispers. I wonder if, across the ocean, it is alive within her as well. I wonder if she wants me to hold her as much as I do. I do not know & may never. All I can do is keep shoveling spoonfuls until one day I drown out the whispers.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
Shoveling Spoonfuls
A feeling buried beneath spoonfuls of time pleads for resurrection. It paces within the confines of my ribcage. So sweet and horrifying it is that it still lives on, aged & twisted. I wanted this love to be put down. There was no future for us with me here & her there. We were in different places, in more ways than one. She begged me not to do it. “It will only hurt more later,” I said with a grimace, pulling the trigger. My heart wept as & my body shook to the sound of goodbye. & so at a private funeral I buried my love, deep within me, thinking it was dead. But it were merely wounded. When it woke it howled. Now it whispers. I wonder if, across the ocean, it is alive within her as well. I wonder if she wants me to hold her as much as I do. I do not know & may never. All I can do is keep shoveling spoonfuls until one day I drown out the whispers.
#loss#love#grief#breakup
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
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