My hallowed heart pushes forward in agony.
A thorned mess, bloody and beaten.
I will make space for you still, my dear. I want you healthy, I want you alive, I want your feet on the ground and a head on your shoulders.
First and foremost you are my love. After that you are my lover. Broken ego, bruised heart, I push forward because you were the one that pushed forward for me, broken heart, bruised ego.
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