There’s something beautiful in the way my heart gets torn into pieces. The way it breaks over and over even after it’s already been crushed, made into dust.
There’s something tragic in the way it never stops beating even after it’s been drained hollow. No matter how soft, no matter how faint.
There’s something maddening in the way it always looks for more. Every feeling is never enough even though it is always too much.
There’s something so harrowing in the way it doesn’t even know what it’s looking for. Always without something and still obsequiously searching.
So many things to feel all at once, you might think there was a whole other galaxy tucked inside.