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my hands almost always shake.

sometimes i struggle to write, but it mostly just makes it hard to do simple things like take a nice photo.

i can't stop going through my camera roll just so i can see you smile again.

my hand never shook when it was in yours.

my hand fit so perfectly in yours. 

my heart often beats so fast i can hear it resound throughout my body.

i need somewhere to put all of this heartbreak down.

i need somewhere to rest, somewhere to let go. 

our bodies intertwined so perfectly.

my thoughts sat in your hand so quietly.

i stopped overthinking when i was around you.

such a rarity that i took for granted.

i believed you when you said you loved me.

i believed you when we would talk about our future together.

i believed you and i trusted you, but now all i am left with are broken promises and a gut wrenching weight that sits so consumingly in my chest.

i will be okay again.

i will find a way to curl my tongue around your name without feeling the need to throw up all of my thoughts and emotions.

i feel physically ill when i think of you and what we had, but i will be okay again. 

i will heal.

my hands may shake and my heart may beat too fast.

i may not have mastered the ability to stop my thoughts from overflowing, and i may wear my heart on my sleeve with a sense of naivety you wouldn't expect.

but despite all of this, i love. 

i love and i give and i care.

it is not my fault i am not what you wanted.

i am not at fault for you not knowing what you wanted.

i am my own person, i am whole and i am true. 

it hurts. 

i gave you everything i had.

i believed you and it hurts.

[ song ; i love you - billie eilish ]

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