I could still love and love
and give all the fucks,
vulnerably
to the people out of this heart's
delicate bravery
maybe it's meant to savor more heartbreaks
than reluctantly, sugarcoating it
nothing's ever made it close enough
to come alive
because warlike hearts like us swore
we mattered once
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.