At 11:55 I broke my own heart. She feels confused. Happy that I listened. Sad that I took something away. My mind is trying to console her, telling her she did a good thing and for the best reason: self-love.
“Self-love doesn’t omit pain” she cries
Then she sang a poem
My heart
heavy, but not grounded
I’m ready to disperse
seeds my soul founded
Its time to bloom
but first, I must weep
For change, she dances