We will prevail,
Through sickness and heartbreak and broken dreams.
We will live until we die.
We will be young forever, but our bodies will try to feel old.
We will become abandoned houses, our hallow mouths their broken windows, our legs their decaying front steps, our dreams the overgrowth surrounding them.
This is growing up,
Living with heart murmurs and heart strings.
Fighting through anxiety,
Fighting “will he ever love me.”
Just something I’m working on
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