you don't know how much it
tears me apart to have to walk past you everyday and
pretend that my ears don't remember the sounds of your heartbeats
the way they were
terrifyingly
close
thump thump thump-
it felt like
your heart was pumping blood into my veins
and now my blood has dried and clotted
and
my heart refuses to beat.
YOU ARE READING
wanderlust.
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