Whisper Your Name.
It is senseless to deny it; the world can see my feelings for you, etched clearly across my face. I wear my heart on my sleeve and your name is sewn into the stitching, invisible to all but my beating heart. And when I look in the mirror, your face is reflected in my eyes. I cannot seem to shake you from my mind.And then you say the words I've been waiting so desperately to hear, and my breath catches, my heart flutters wildly in my chest. But I'll push these coincidental feelings away and lie to myself to evade pain. Because no amount of hope in the world can allow my silly heart to believe in possibilities that simply do not exist. You can never be mine.
I fear my heart has finally stopped. What is broken time and time again cannot always be fixed. If I listen closely enough, I can hear a stuttering beat, clashing against the silence of my shattered world, and it calls out your name.
On Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 1:53 PM
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