Keys Broken With This -Not- Love Letter
My fingers ache from trying to jot down my feelings into words.
The time it has taken me to type
could have been spent cutting my heart into thirds
opposed to waiting for the feelings of my heart to ripe.
The cracks running down my veins are bursting in the air.
The fact of the matter
is that you do not care.
Thanks for waiting for my fingers to compose this to let my feelings shatter.
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