there's a pain that swells and stretches my heart
when you ask me if we're okay
i tell you that we are
and forget to feel the rest of the day

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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
boil
there's a pain that swells and stretches my heart
when you ask me if we're okay
i tell you that we are
and forget to feel the rest of the day