I could let go and love you, that would be easy but learning to not love you, will be easier in the long run.
If you’re not strong enough to handle my mind, then you’re not strong enough to hold my heart.
My heart is full, overfed with despair, bloated with grief and it swells and explodes into digestible pieces until I can swallow the pain.
Once you give your heart away, it doesn’t come back whole. A piece of it travels on the shoulders of another like a guardian angel. It watches over them and whispers, I’m here. I love you.