

love is not a noun,i never thought of a name to call him. he was a human, but he was my human.love is not a noun,
his heartbeat reminded me of a rainstorm, or maybe the axis of a train wheel, but either way i hated how it mattered to me and how cliched the mutterings of a heart became.
i felt like a bird, a yellow-bellied sap-sucker, every time i heard it whispering blood, but that never meant more than an elucidated want for something prettier. it resonated in my own, an echo of some crossed wires and heartstrings.
my heart broke for his, but never in place of it.
i didn't know if it was wrong to want him solely for myself;
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i need very much to be held right now,
but i've been thinking...
and maybe you should just snap my neck instead.
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xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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fin.
(swim swim little fishy)
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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