‘I’m a home for your broken heart …’

I’m a home for your broken heart.
I cover your head.
I cover your hands.
I cover your feet.
And you breathe beneath me.
Speak softly.
And I’ll listen closely, as closely as I can.
“He is a small thing, a submarine underneath my skin.
But when he attacks, it’s a pain I never imagined.
He creates a hole so deep, an ache so strong.
My heart plummets to the ocean floor, and I swear I’ll never recover it again.
So maybe he isn’t such a small thing, after all.”
And now you tremble.
And now you quake.
And now that ocean pours across your beautiful face.
But I’ll be here to keep you safe. I’ll hold you for hours, and even days.
You’re no small thing to me, my dear.
I won’t let the ocean floor swallow you — nor your tears.

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