someone lives inside my heart.
maybe lived.
they became so much of my heart i could barely call it my own, now all thats left is a hollow shell.
some people say that the most in love you can ever be has to be experienced by romantic love. kissing. sex.
the most in love i have ever been was not a romantic relationship. she became apart of who i was. apart of my heart apart of my soul. the most vunerable and open i have ever been with anyone in my entire life was with her. i knew everything about her. and she knew everything about me. the painful bits. the stupid bits. the beautiful bits. she wriggled her way into my heart and saw everything in there. she knew more about me than anyone ever had before.
i dont open up to people.
but i opened up to her.
in a way id never opened up to anyone.
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a personal blog from a stupid individual
Poetrythoughts on life, intricately. first 5 entries - originally wrote december 2022 5-7 march 2023 8-9 january 2024
