my mother held me the first night my heart was ever brokenMature

My mother held me the first night my heart was ever broken
and while I wept into her shoulder, screaming to the deaf gods
that a person should not be able to love two souls at once, how a person
should not have the space in their heart, she rubbed my arm
and said, “there are two atriums in the heart, child, and sometimes
they want different things.” 

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