work with me here, heart

somehow I keep waiting to come back home

and find him standing outside my door.

It’s so silly, I know.

Life just isn’t like the movies.

Hearts break beyond repair

and in real life, there’s no way to go back.

Still I half hope for love to return

and half grieve for the loss

and I wish my heart

would just



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