so what if I'm in love with you?
I want you to break my heart.
Here's what you don't understand.
I love everyone. Always. My heart belongs to whoever I can see within my gaze.
I lose easily. I run frequently.
But whenever I fall, I get up.
Easily.
I love love and I love heartbreak. I feel it in every moment anyway, as strong as I feel it when I look at you. When I looked at [THEIR] eyes on the bin run or [HERS] as she fucked me and sung, or [THEIRS] across the table in his class. I felt it for characters and splinters of my past. I love love. I feel it always.
So fucking what if I love you?
I love a thousand others, I'll love a thousand others more. I've felt stronger things for my own reflection. I am used to feeling and feeling strong. I am used to when that crumbles down, to the moments I swallow concrete and know that I am doomed forever.
I love to fall, in love and from grace. I fucking love the feeling of falling.
That's what you don't understand: I don't mind if you break my heart. I dare you. Do it. Shatter my heart as best you fucking can. Just you fucking try. Let me fall in love with you and then TRY to break me.
Try.
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Assorted Poetry
PuisiI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
