They say the more you love someone the more it hurts to lose them. They say it’s worth it. But I don’t know who “they” is.
I’ve watched people dear to me lose the love of their life and… they say different things. They want what they had back because to be without them feels worse than death. But that love made them feel. Made them normal. Made them more human.
And it left them measuring everyone else short…
It’s a type of violence
A heart beating
How loud it can pound
How hard it can break
The way it latches on
And falls in love
The way it catches
And snags itself
On harsh words
On critical thoughts
How it empathizes
How it sacrifices
How it sympathizes
How it… hurts
It’s a type of violence
A beating heart
And yet, in its feeling and beating, life itself.
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HASTY – Heart beats
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