Two broken hearts have been captured in this bed.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” one heart says.
But the mental damage has already been done.
The hearts beat rapidly side by side yet still numb.
Silently seeking for the person who caused the cracks.
These hearts are only pining for something to distract.
Lips slip together like smooth pieces of a puzzle.
No words are spoken their time together is muffled.
Bodies raging full of insecurity.
Their dance is nothing close to maturity.
One of the broken hearts has been left behind.
With nothing to latch on to, nothing to bind.
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