| The Heart Will Die As Well |
There is a track worn
in the carpet
where I've paced for months.
Ten thousand miles,
it seems - these days
I even pace in my dreams.
and I haven't taken
a full breath in a year.
This empty space
between my ribs, drawn tight-
I stop myself again,
though I'd rather run
than fight-
and I know this feeling
all too well -
Every time I meet those eyes,
in every life, and behind
every failing disguise.
Only time will tell...
I will remember
that I've paced this path
countless times before -
though this time,
I force myself to ignore
that I felt this way
from the start.
The only difference is
last time we met
this empty space
still housed a heart.
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