poem day 6

what does it mean

the feeling of being wanted

my body gets tired

as my heart gets ripped out of my chest

and hovers above the heart of another

i try calling it back

with my biggest, bravest voice

but nothing will happen

no fiber will stir

only the softest, warmest hushes can bring it close

i’m not used to being so gentle

i’m used to being in control

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