Take her heart, heavens.

I felt her hurt. How could I have missed such an iceberg rising and falling, rising and falling? I was blinded by the stars and missed the jagged horizon line. My soul longed to cut her's loose and melt it so that she could float easy in the water. But we sat on her fuzzy blue blanket, quite grounded, eyeing our socks and willing the corners of the room to close in on us so we didn't have to feel so heavy.

 “I don’t want to see them. 
 I don’t even want to go to FHE tomorrow” 
 “Then don’t, let’s skip”

The wild thought caught hold of us both and for a second we were giddy. A little streak of rebellious flashed in her eyes, but was confused almost immediately by the dark monster roaming close. The sorrow that feasted on everything.

“I finally said goodbye and now this; 
I don't want it,
take it back 
take it back 
take it back”

She opened up a book, sunk into her pillows and disappeared into the words. These curves and lines were her friends. They offered comfort only one who has walked your path with you could. And again, on this night, as her war torn voice danced around the little plum painted room, did her heart rest. And mine breathed. She wasn't hurting.