I'm sick of meeting people I want to give my heart to, but can't. I want to breathe them in every waking moment. I want to share every adventure with them, listen to their deepest secrets and tell them mine. However, my act of kindness are always left ignored--text left unanswered.
There's only so much I can repair after my heart gets broken; only so much I can retrieve back after throwing it to someone in hopes that I get a piece of theirs.
My heart is far from whole.
I feel like the only way to keep sane in this world is to use them.... get as close to them (physically) as they would allow--do what I can get away with: hug them, hold them, feel their breast pressed against my chest, look deeply into their eyes, and rest my cheek in their cheek.
But do my best not to fall in love, because I will end up being let down. They will always have someone else in their life.
I have to forget about them and move on to the next one.
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Ode to Love & Dance
PoésieI'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.
