Something inside keeps reminding me of you, and I wish I could just kill it. I've tried drowning it, numbing it, forgetting it, but every time it beats from a stillness so deep it brings me to a green glowing hill where a kiss and a hug meant the world, and a random act of unmentionable kindness dared us to frolic all night.
If anyone ever reads this take a piece of advice into consideration: Don't give your heart to anyone, because they will keep it, steal it, abuse it, and throw it into a food processor to relish on your pain. It's safer to keep those things hidden, locked away. Nothing good ever comes from being open and true to someone who you aren't sure about, nothing but heart ache and eventual emotional disembowelment. It's best to keep your feelings to yourself, the wretched world will surely use it against you.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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