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oceans in her lungs

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Published: Aug 1, 2012

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^{she was tired. it wasn't the physical kind of tired. not the kind that can be fixed with exactly 8.5 hours of sleep. no. she was mentally tired, emotionally tired and that exhaustion had already seeped into her bones for such an extent of time that she couldn't remember a time when they weren't always so heavy. when it wasn't so damn hard to hold her head up high.

no amount of sleep helped. no amount of words eased the pain that was slowly turning her insides into mush. some nights she would just lay in bed, staring into the darkness and she would swear that it felt like she was drowning. her sorrows and the sheer amount of pain you managed to cause her flooding her body, pooling in her lungs. wave after wave crashed against her ribs until they were fractured with water seeping in and out in equal parts.

every time she inhaled it felt as if the water was coming a little closer. all of this because she'd fallen in love with you. you have no idea how tired you make her feel. how the constant changing wears her out. her soul is tired and her mind wants rest. but her heart still loves you as effortlessly as it had the day you first met. it disregards the more mundane needs of its host. of the mental and emotional security of it. and she couldn't really blame her heart, or you for that matter but that doesn't help the fact that you hurt her.

every time you leave him and go back it's like you're pressing harder onto her already fractured ribs and they're barely holding up anymore. soon her ribs will crack and the shards will puncture her lungs and set the oceans that they hold onto so jealously free.

but at this point, she wouldn't mind drowning.}