My heart started to burst,
I was scared at first
As if somebody threw my heart in the pit consumed by fire
It was so painful that I imagined its wounds—that it had shrunk to pieces and that it had no life
Slowly, steadily,
I can't think of the right words
Somehow the distress I wasn't able to express had found a way out
I did tell
And it was told
For a moment I was stunned,
I had foreseen things
And my assumptions were wrong
Confessing wasn't so bad at all
If I were to ask, how could the heart survive?
How could it feel everything and still beat afterward?
How can a heart thump this much even after being trampled and kicked numerous times?
It's because the heart still felt love,
And if it wasn't because of it -
It wouldn't even beat at all
I imagine my heart, puckered and smashed—held by another heart
The other heart had bandages all over, but it still beats better than any sound I've heard
And I never knew what to fill or burst meant until I encountered one
It did hurt, and I let it hurt
When it bursts, I let it out
To be understood, I felt my heart lighten up
To be held, my eyes did the waterwork
And all I had to do was give in,
my mind did the wonders and noticed my heart had filled up again
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CITEȘTI
To Fill or Burst, To Break or Bury
PoezieI may have been the one who wrote this book, yet it undoubtedly belongs to you. Even if our hearts were meant to fill or burst, or even break or bury, today's me will always, always love you-through the shiniest or even the darkest side. No matter w...
