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by Aidan Aboud

As my heart does beat,

So does the silhouette of happiness,

Stretch its tender, loving arms,

To steal from me with hollow breaths.

The emotionless void that is joy,

An all consuming, meaningless farce,

Consummate in the final giving,

The tender moment when your heart,

Wrenches itself from between,

The ribs and spine — forcing its way through,

To another. I’ll bleed through,

My smile —

For you are too beautiful,

Too much.