Being in love is being in pain.
It defies all logic and hurts your brain,
It gives you butterflies and hurts your stomach,
It breaks you inside and hurts your heart.
However,
There's another.
The part left in the dark,
The lungs.
The harder you fall
The more they fill.
They fill with stories you want to tell,
They fill with memories you want to share,
They fill with love you want to give,
They fill with the songs that bring back everything
They fill with your opinions
And it hurts so much
Because everything wants to escape
One by one
The lungs hurt slightly less
Until it has only one left
A goodbye
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