prompt: i miss having someone to hurt my heartMature

It was always flash-bang, chain reaction with us.
Everything occurring in an instant - love, hate,
the first ruptures that led to the ultimate crumbling,
the first collapse that led to so many colliding tectonic plates.
I used to believe I had to love in order to grow,
that the miles that always seemed to sprout up between my heart
and the hearts it chose to love were just stretch marks
but they’re really just growing pains disguised as heartbreak
and sometimes it hurts to grow but I need room to breathe
and not all hearts can align with my shifting tides.
It’s hard enough to keep my own heart in my chest
with these weather patterns and natural disasters.

The End

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