Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

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Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
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āIt broke my heart. Again. Again. And again.ā
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It knocked the wind out of my lungs. It broke my already broken heart into a million pieces. It gave me panic attacks. It made me forget what itās like to breathe without my chest hurting. It made me hate every inch of myself. And it feels this way every single day, I donāt know what being okay is anymore.
Watching you love her.
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