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Kenēn Apr 2016
"Attacks me and hugs me
And forces the breathe out of me
Almost kills me
But kinda also loves me."

Isn't that the sweetest?
Kenēn Apr 2016
You don't need to convince me
To believe you
Just make me cry, laugh, think
I think that's one way of living your world.
Why do we write?
Kenēn Apr 2016
Love
It's good for the soul
But not always safe
Then again, what is?
Kenēn Apr 2016
What did you think
When I crossed your sight?
How did you feel?
For me, it was just another wave
Of mountains that I couldn't climb.
What am I doing?
Kenēn Apr 2016
If only you're brave enough
To touch me where it hurts the most
Or too hold me when I flinched
Or when I clenched instead of to uncurl.

I guess we're still too young
Too feel the urgency
Of holding on until it bruises
Too young to feel the cold.

Darling, for now let's just be
A breath away
We're still cowards under the rain
Don't worry, we'll learn after this.
I promise.
Kenēn Apr 2016
I still wish for you.
My heart don't exactly leap
When I see you
But other times
I drown
With necessity and hesitation
I unbuckle my heart
And steady my knees
This life indeed is a waning moon.
Kenēn Apr 2016
A call to arms.
Really.
Just a call to your arms.
Dear, I'm borrowing Darcy's words
I love you ardently.
So please. Embrace me.
I don't care if I'm ****** afterwards.
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