CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART

FEEL ME

he'd fallen, oh dear! down down down down was he in the filthy pit of despair.

the dirt in his eyes.

he failed to realize that the warm hands that had repaired his once shattered heart we're also the same hands that never let go.

visible in the far far far distance, a thin thread in which they held on for dear life begging to be sparred. BEGGING TO FEEL.

eventually, she'd let go. SHE'D NEEDED TO LET GO.

he was blinded. the only thing he could see was her with her dove like hands tightly wrapped around his fragile heart. HE WAS PROPER MAD BECAUSE THE ONLY THING HE DID – THE ONLY THING HE COULD DO WAS SMILE.

because this, it wasn't anything you could feel. it wasn't even something that he was mentally able to grasp.

it was a thing. indescribable. unknown. all at once, it was terrific, scary, and painful yet, it was the best, and greatest thing he was ever gifted to feel – to have. oh blind he was.

his eyes opened too late. his heart was gone. destroyed. IT HAD EVAPORATED.

his heart had obliterated into millions of pieces and it's then he'd learnt that this was in fact a feeling. it was capable of destroying.

OF RUINING.

yet, he smiled because he knew that she hadn't been the one to destroy him. it was him. THE ONE INCAPABLE OF EVER LETTING GO.

RUN HE'D SAID AS IF SHE WASN'T THE ONE FLYING.