rip my heart in two

torn out pages from my journal as love letters.

unsaid words.

unsent texts.

unplaced calls.

a poets heart beats to the rhythm of love.

it goes in and out of love.

dear heart be gentle on this soul.

-indigenista love diaries 2021🖤

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