I only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me
in the moment they solidify and i try to make play-dough instead of letting the movie play.
Moments are beautiful
be in them like a human should
there’s an urge to snap, to caption, but some memories are just meant to be.
It hurts sometimes
my heart breaks as i write this poem with slides playing through my mind — my stomach tells no lies.
But i only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me.
Written by: Flose Boursiquot (goo.gl/oE72rh)