her heart was the old bookshop
at the end of the boulevard
and it rarely ever opened
because the owner was always too tired.
and when the store opened,
the children ran in,
looking for candies and favorite books to read,
and the parents tsked at the catalog
but found themselves buying everything anyway.
so she greeted them with a smile,
and then closed down the shop for the day,
and saw there was nothing left for her.
all she saw was cracks in the ceiling,
broken floorboards,
peeling wallpaper,
and pipes leaking like red rivers,
and she thought,
"i will never open up the bookshop again,
because i have nothing left to give."
. . .
apologies if this is a little hard to follow. i hope that it's easy enough to understand, but essentially, she opens up her heart very rarely, and thousands of people see her heart and her emotions but in the end they take everything away from her, and she no longer has anything to give because they took it all and left nothing for her.
i know this is sad. bear with me.
♡
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elysian
Poetry[𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘/𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒] elysian /iˈliZHən,iˈlē-/ (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect. // don't plagiarize.
