this heart is just a timebomb waiting to explode from over/no use
maybe if you weren't so indescribably different, so wonderfully infuriating, i'd be ok again.
but then again, when was i ever ok in the first place?
i'm sick in the head and the physical sense.
my stuffy nose and scratchy throat are just metaphors for the way my heart is squeezed in a million different ways when i see you.
maybe this is my punishment for falling in love.
or maybe it's just punishment for changing my mind and my heart as often as i change my clothes.
would it complicate things if i loved you again?
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