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Tears

I can claw my hand into your chest

to reach your heart and weigh it for you,

if that's what you're thinking about.


Is my heart as heavy as yours?


Oh wait, let me tell you this,

my heart is as heavy as

our last kiss.


Balloons filled with tears

lay sunk in my heart and

every other word that I hear you say

are needles.


My chest is a pool of

unshed tears.

Isn't that what this lump in my throat about?

Words that want to fall

but cannot?


If you ever think about how

we got here,

don't.

There is no answer for this.

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