stubborn heart

I keep writing books in my mind

asking to myself all the questions

I didn’t get the chance

to ask

because when love dies

the heart still lives on

and mine feels heavy

and raw

so I try to soothe it

with all the things I know

but what my heart searches for right now

is his love.

not mine.

 

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