Late Night Letter To A Friend | Early Prose - Poem by Anna Maria
It is my nature to love deeply
with everything I have,
and to make myself completely open and vulnerable in that love.
Each time my love has been crushed,
I have hardened a little more than the time before.
Now, my heart is like a fist of dried up blood,
encapsulated by thick calluses of ice,
faintly crying to be melted
so that it can rush, and flow strong with warmth again.
Was I born under the wrong star?
Am I meant to never experience the lasting, loving relationship I have always longed for?
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