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She calls him a poet but in truth he's just a dreamer with too many words in his head. He doesn't believe that he's fallen in love so he pretends to be a lovestruck stranger and writes how it might feel. When I touch her lips with mine, I'm not smiling, not feeling, breathing, — I'm just living.When she said goodbye her heart pounded weakly against her heavy chest. With every pulse of blood through her veins she felt tension in her wrists; she was holding back, holding back. Her breastbone still feels like the wall of a jail cell – her heartbeat thumping wildly like a prisoner begging to be freed. She wants to rip off her jacket be

I stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart and I swear I could hear you crying. I've never felt as complete as I did then. Let's just pretend that you didn't break my heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile you left behind. I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky. I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it. When it started