L. V., Writing In The Dark

i dated a linguistics professor once
& i let him read a few of my poems
& it felt like handing him my heart

& he smiled a beautiful smile
& told me to stop using the word "very" too often

otherwise the poems are beautiful, he said
but what if i feel very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
sad?

what word do i use then, professor?

he suggested words like melancholy
& somber
& despondent
& i have since forgotten the rest

but professor,
these words are pretty
these words are too beautiful
for what i am feeling right now

my sadness is too heavy for my heart
& it plays on a loop

is there a word that encapsulates that?

& he looked at me
& he handed me back my heart

- L. V.

L. V., writing in the dark

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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

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Aw, this is so sweet! Thank you! 💕

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Editing this to make it my pinned post. If you're new here, this is basically THE blog (as evidenced above). Welcome. I hope you enjoy picking apart the insides of my mind.

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