She does not try
To savage or conquer
This persistent fiend.
She accepts his presence
With supple willingness
The softest parts of her yield.
The warmth of her accepts.
Her watchful heart was created
To suffer the break and rebuild
Of sweet and cruel
Brave and cold
And she stands
Holding to it
With all she has amounted to.
She closes her eyes
Head held high
And allows all of the torment
To pass through her open heart
Because closing it tight
Will only cage the beast
We call heartbreak.
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