here's what I can't say out loud
I still love her
if you practice anything
every day
every moment
for two years
you will not soon forget it
you have to understand
I am not in love
my heart drops when I see her name
but not like a rollercoaster
like a guillotine
my pulse increases
like running from a lion
I sweat
like a man on death row
I am not in love
but I love her
my heart may have broke
but my habit
did not
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
