Stone

Chip away.
Dust falling, drifting down and i breathe in the particle smell to hid the evidence of excavation. Filling my lungs until I am heavy with your walls.
Smuggling your hurts inside my own until i can find a way to free them both.They leak out when it becomes too much, mineral and salt tearing at skin that only longs too.

My favorite thing is your face.
When it laughs tripped up by an unexpected smile fighting past a thorn of frowns. When i make you feel despite yourself.

Walls crumble and i wonder what will happen when i no longer cry for you.
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