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A Tendency For Love In A Forlorn Hope 

Are we falling away? This is just supposed to be a beginning.  Our

hearts tore open, jutting out of our chests.

My imploding rib cage is

so heartfelt as if tiny sharp things are piercing through my skin

—especially in that seeming

—point of no return.

I kept steady and not wanting anything more, out of this;

Except, now that our fates intertwine.

Now what am I supposed to do

to unleash my whole self 

to you?

You're great and nice—at that;

I am out of words.

Your wiles foreshadow me.