My heart aches.
I feel that if I impaled my chest, it would bring me relief.
Yet, I stand by her side anyways, and I fight through the pain.
I will support her even as she gives her heart to someone else.
I do this because I still love her. I think I always will.
I wish I could make her happy, but I know I can't make her happy.
I want her to be happy; even if it means sacrificing my own happiness.
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Ode to Love & Dance
PoesiaI've been dancing for a long time. Have fallen for a lot of people that I have met through the act of touching. This is me looking back at some of those moments.
