my heart stirs in my chest
as i watch her face
and my head aches at the sight of her
so unbroken on the outside
nothing but pieces of a long forgotten vase
hidden within
she is so strong
so unapologetic
because she's learned from her pain
to never again let them hurt her
pain is never a weakness
it is always, always a strength.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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