How do you let yourself love someone and then be forced to take that love and make it less and not have scars from tearing that piece of your heart away? The wound has grown and what once was soft and supple is now coarse and crude. The cruelty of the beast has infected the whole and turned my once love into a sometimes love. My heart has broken and your claim has fallen to disrepair. Only a tender, true touch could mend this shattered part of me. The shards warn off any contender, only now could a superman come close enough to try the pieces together and make a love from loss. I ask you to tie mine to yours as I had done and feel each beating pulse the way I felt yours. Beating into me and crushing every flutter. How sad the strength that sits alone and firm, against all, all becomes against.
- Cory (from the phone)
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