perhaps, when you first start a relationship with someone, you disregard the unsettling feeling the proximity between them and your heart brings, or the unfamiliarity your heart is trained to be wary of, you let them ease pieces of themselves into your heart even though sides scrape against each other and a portion of them are arranged in twisted angles, but you barely notice because with them, the process feels almost seamless in the beginning,
days, weeks, months of them, their good morning and good night texts, dinner dates and the view of the sunrise from beaches and highways, half-carried out plans and abandoned tv shows, and your heart kinda swallows up all these pieces and they're planted so inherently in you, they no longer pose as foreign objects.
and then when you leave, they leave, the pieces can't stay because they really are fuelled by consistency on both sides, so they just leave gaping holes all over your heart.
boo-hoo.
i can't sleep.
