The mind was the first to move on

It listened to my loved ones

And it observed every outcome

It was the first to know the truth: That she no longer belonged in my life

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The body took a little while follow suit

But gone are its days of unintended fasting

Gone are its periods of sluggishness

And gone are its sleepless nights

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But the heart

The poor, broken little heart

It took the brunt of hit

And it’s been out of whack ever since

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It finds itself constantly playing catch up

An exhausting game filled with many highs and lows

Some days it’s running at full speed

And on others it’s dragging its feet

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Some days it’s glad she’s gone

And it celebrates the freedom

But on some days it can’t bear the solitude

And it DEMANDS to go back

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Some days it romanticizes

And fantasizes

And idealizes

About a bond that had no real compromises

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But on other days it curses its naivety

It curses all the time it spent

Loving so hard and giving so much

Only for it never to be returned

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On some days it’s hopeful

It believes it’ll find another

But on others it’s the opposite

It never wants to love again

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If you’re reading this, my loved ones

I ask that you do me a favor:

Be patient with my little heart

Because I’m doing the same

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It may take longer for it to catch up with its counterparts

And as much as you and I wish that weren’t the case

It is

My heart has to move at it’s own pace

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And don’t you worry

Don’t you fret

My body and mind

Will keep  my little heart in check