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I found a scribbled poem
The letters written by a hand too drunk to understand
There were only two words clear enough to read:
"All alone."

Oh my tender heart,
What will save you?
In the city that never sleeps
Does it ever get quiet enough
For you to hear your heart missing me?
And just like that
She up and left
She took all she had
And everything that she was
And she disappeared

I think this place became too much for her
There were too many reminders bumping into her on the streets
Too many people who had hurt her
Too many people she had hurt

We all see the spot she used to fill
Looming around us like a tender ghost

I wonder if when she left
She stayed herself
Or if she left so she could become someone new
I like to think that if I found her
I would still know her

I hope that when she left she realized that she was already everything she needed to be
It was just us that didn't know how magnificent she was
It is so much easier for me to let you kiss me
And give you what's temporary

Than lay down my armor
And give you my forever
I thought that maybe if I just kept sleeping
I'd wake up and be who I was again
10 months later
And people assume that I should be done healing
They forget to ask me how I'm doing
They seem somewhat annoyed when I mention you
And maybe it's because they've never had their hearts broken like this

But I?
I have to start all over everytime a holiday passes and it's the first time I'm not spending it with you
I have to start all over everytime something important happens and I have to remind myself that I can't call you to tell you

Every morning I have to start all over because even my dreams don't know how to let you go
There is not a limited amount of beauty
In which people have unequal amounts

Beauty is not a limited resource
Which only a few get to enjoy

Beauty is what happens when the heart teaches the mind to love the body that encapsulates them
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