HE
TOLD ME he loved her but he should have tiptoed around her
like one would a minefield — a delicate balance
between thrilling and terrifying, because that’s what
love does to people, it rips them apart. And even if
you’re lucky enough to make it out in one piece
you’re never exactly the same. You are exposed nerve
endings and sleepless nights, a collection of mismatched
parts operating on anything other than sentiment because
you’ve seen what it does — you now know what
it’s like to run your hands along the shards of
someone else’s life and have them bleed you dry for
no other purpose but the satisfaction of knowing that they
can.
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