Paint your heart
With streaks of blue
And maybe then
You’ll understand

Wind nor water
Rock nor fire
Could melt this thing
Inside of me

I’ve carefully crafted it
To persevere
Over this
Insanity called “love”

Yet
Your hands reach out
To grip what’s left
Of me

And I feel something
That should’ve been left
Dormant
All this time.

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