I cried myself to sleep.
Tears of joy, tears of sorrow.
Bitter, yet sweet and wonderful.
Being with her, close to her, brings joy;
away and apart the bitter.
Conflicting emotion is overwhelming,
floating on air, elated,
but also weighted down with reality.
It’s wonderful and maddening all at once.
The most beautiful thing in the world:
to have your heart lift inside your chest,
even if it’s breaking all at the same time.
I love it and hate it. I love her,
and she’ll be mine…
…always…
…and never…
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