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by Kat George http://flavors.me/katgeorge @kat_george
I still remember the day you stood before me, even though it's been years now, clutching my still beating heart between your blood stained palms. You looked down at it in utter confusion. It was like you didn't know what to do with it, like you just wanted to throw it away or better, stuff it back where it belonged. I don't blame you for being so horrified--for the first time you realised you'd been holding it like so all along. I wanted you to devour it, but it had already devoured us and it was too late, no matter how much you cried or how much I pleaded. Maybe we loved each other too much (is that even possible?) Could we have had too much love? So much love that we just didn't know what to do with it? And in the prolonged melee of being intertwined in each other's every breath, could we have forgotten entirely what it really was we were really gambling with? Now I know what we did - how we destroyed what we fought so zealously for so long to protect. I know what we broke and how we broke it. I know that it will always be broken. I love you more every day. And your ghost still follows me, blood dripping from his full hands; a cavity echoing in my chest.
