I have a confession:
I want you to break my heart
and prove to me this thing called love.
Because I feel it.
Burning.
Somewhere deep in my chest
waiting for release.
This Pandora's box contains a sun
that I want to shine
that I want to incinerate this tragic body.
Once I've been overwhelmed
with the fury of a newborn star,
I'll be left holding the shards
of the fragile container
lucky enough to have housed
such brilliance.
I want you to break my heart
and set free the sweetness
I've been holding back
like candy from a piñata.
The act of release is violent
but it makes it rain
so others may find joy.
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