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I thought that losing him

would break my heart,

but broken hearts still beat.

I thought living without him

would utterly kill me,

but broken hearts still bleed.

I'd been pulled in all directions

in a tug of war between 

my emotions and reality. 

When I reached the end of my rope,

there you were pulling me 

into a strong embrace.

You never let me go though 

our tether was fraying,

and your own heart was aching. 

My heart's sure taken a beating,

a little battered and bruised,

but broken hearts still beat. 

Inspired by: "Broken Hearts Still Beat" by Lainey Wilson