I went to bed early to listen to my heart break
because it was already brittle and cracked.
It happens really really slowly
grinding to pieces like an iceberg,
it clicks and pops,
keeping me awake a long time.
It used to whisper to me at night,
stories of love and dreams, now become noise.
Louder when I close my eyes,
silencing only after it breaks
drifting stoically farther away,
its secrets meant for distant shores.
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