My teacher back in 8th grade had found a boyfriend and for the whole lesson we listened to her describe the sound of her boyfriend's heartbeat when she'd lay her head against his chest at night. Her whole face glowed that day and her voice was a bit chirper than usual and on that Monday morning we didn't get homework.
In 9th grade she didn't come to school for the whole term for she could never get out of bed and all night long she'd stare at the ceiling, hoping to hear a heartbeat. One day she came back to an empty closet and a cold house for he had left her and she couldn't sleep.
When she came back you could see it in her distant stares and watery eyes that she had lost not only his heartbeat but her own for when they were together their hearts beat in sync and now with him gone, her heart beats only in intervals of what ifs.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
