(I wrote this while listening to “Bittersweet” by Archis. For the full experience, please listen to this song while reading.) Boy spoke to her. He opened his chest and showed her his heart. His heart was a glass jar filled 3/8 full of red liquid. This is my heart, he said. She looked. She nodded. Her body groaned like tired metal when she opened her chest. This is mine, she said. Her heart was also made of glass. The red liquid was filled to the top. He nodded, wow.
Wow. It got me really emotional.
Me too!! I wrote this after a breakup when I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong...