there’s a pit in my heart that has grown vines. the vines are restricting its beat but have not yet been able to stunt the love i am able to give. i’ve been wondering if love should hurt this much. if breathing should hurt this much. shouldn’t it be effortless? weren’t we created to love effortlessly and unconditionally? you make it hard. or is it me? maybe i should let go. but what do i do with this pit?