You pour your heart out.
You know why?
Because
it's easier
to digest
in liquid form.
You pour it out
and they eat it up.
You pour it out,
and the rest bleed quietly.
You feel such utter madness -
every situation
can't be contained.
You want the best,
hope for the best,
but expect the worst.
It takes time -
you tell yourself
this
over
and over
and over
again
until it
has taken time.
Just keep pouring it out:
it seems to come in
endless supply,
and it doesn't
hurt.
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