the beauty of love everlasting–
the kind that sneaks up on
you when you’ve forgotten it ever
existed…
you remember it when you
are next to a beating heart that
pumps the same blood
as your meaty veins
and you cling to it…
it is a love that only a tortured soul
can dream up in the middle
of a breakdown and lean into it,
drenched in its essence–
buried under its weight.
you cannot help
but feel this kind of
love.
you cannot help
but share this
kind of love.
A Cornered Gurl 
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