If someone
does not want me
it is not the end
of the world
but
if I do not want me
the world is nothing
but endings

Let's get lost in the wild
With butterflies and fireflies,
Escape this mundane society,
To Join flowers and obscurity.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists