My heart beats
With the intensity of a maelstrom,
Pounding away at this empty ache,
Demanding to be filled, demanding
To be held
Demanding
A presence left absent like
A pebble on the seashore, small,
Insignificant, cold; it aches like a hurricane
Ripping apart a tumult inside,
Tearing out my heart and tossing it
To the wind, only to be caught again
In your hands.
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