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Love Stories @ RomanceClass - my blood has gone sour in my veins and my heart has grown bitter and dark in my chest my blood has gone sour in my veins and my heart has grown bitter and dark in my chest like fruits that want not be eaten I hope that the bite she took from me grows bitter in her mouth as well I hope she spits it out I hope she vomits and that which was digesting in her leaves her body that now she will no longer contain any of it at all The small wooden box in which I kept a part of her contains nothing but stale air, and rusty nails glued to the very surface of the box with the rotten strings of my bitter heart once those nails held this poor box together how quickly something can become so close to nothing would amaze me if it didn't crush me so into the ground when I breathe, the nails bite into the left part of my chest but first I feel it in my arms, my neck, my head A small wonder One's body lets them know ahead of time that they are faster apporaching birth's stolid sibling nature's other dark child giving generous seconds to prepare for the possibility of endless nothing how long can one run on emtpy in a rusty old truck doesn't surprise me one bit not too much longer now Perhaps one day , soon,i hope to fill that box again In all of creation there must be a holy substance which can soothe me and bring softness and warmth to ease and forget away the nails within me Until she coats me in her sweet nectar and it hardens over the little wooden box and the edges and points are forgoten until then Love-O-Meter  4.30 out of 5 hearts Add your vote! How many hearts does this story rate? 1 is lowest, 5 is highest. Submit your own story Most Recent Love Stories
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