There is a quickening in my chest,

this half bloomed softness

folded sharply;

within the chambers

of a heart

that used to beat.

I love again.

 

 

 

 

 

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I fall in love with the silences,

Not the words;

With the spaces in between us,

Not the friction.

 

No one could break my heart

Quite as cruelly

As my own imagination;

Every time.