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@sammie702

in hell dancing w. my demons

it doesn’t really matter

If only you knew… This heart that regrew for you, How timid and hesitant it was To claim the void of aftermath, Yet now it beats assured.

If only you knew… About the home I built for you, Where the warmth of a hearth Replaced the bitter cold When you gave me the ember Of our story, untold.

If only you knew… Of all the sparkling stars I stole; How I then rearranged them To spell our names in Connect-the-dots constellations, Illuming the midnight blue.

If only you knew… How many of my dreams begin With us spiraling through space, Inching closer to each other until You kick my teeth in.

If only you knew… How helpless you make me feel When I write the same I breathe And end up with something pure Yet utterly mundane…

Useless.

4-2-2019, M.A. Tempels © “… it’s all the same.”

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think that for something so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.”

— Cecelia Ahern

“She has so many sides to herself; sometimes she’s so nervous and sometimes so outspoken that you wouldn’t know what to reply and sometimes she’s funny and sometimes she acts like a dude and sometimes she’s too shy. God! She’s unpredictable like a magic trick, you never know what’s gonna happen next!”

— excerpt from Hopeless Romantic, a novel by Mansi Jikadara B