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You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
I cannot tell in which moment I wanted you more:

When I felt you moving close against my skin
A moment before you kissed me
I could just barely feel your lips brushing mine
Wanting so bad to meet
...
Or the moment when they finally met
There's one story we'll spend our entire lives trying to tell

*And you are mine
You're etched into my bones
You took up so much space
You poured out of my heart
And into my veins
Rooting yourself into every inch of my body
Greedily soaking up every ounce of goodness
Until you were satisfied

Then one day you left
And my body still sees you in every place that you were
Wishing you dive back in
And take me over
Being broken is not
Beautiful
Or glamorous
Or desirable
This mess I am is not worth wanting
I am only a master of words
Searching for ones that might express the lonliness burning in my brain

My broken pieces that dwindle down my spine dragging me to the floor are not something to idolize

It's poetic
And poems are the tragedies that remind us not everyone gets to escape
I'll be your worst sin
And you can be my taste of heaven
I tried to tell you
But I guess my silence didn't scream loud enough
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