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L [II]

I will always love you; Stupidly, foolishly, recklessly. Spiraling downward, endlessly. A connection that spans the seas, the oceans; One that ignores pleas or motions, One that steamrolls over dismissals, Ignoring any and all commotion. Maybe it’s because you’re the closest I’ve been to love. Maybe it’s because I felt whole with your head gently resting on my chest. Seeing you again now makes me forget what happened back then. Your smile is like a sunset, a warm caress that puts me to rest. It makes me forget that we’d turned our relationship into a battleground, A battlefield painted red with the innards of innocence for the brushstroke. A place where hopes were grounded to dust, And pain’s parasitic relationship with distrust was profoundly compounded. It’s almost 5 in the morning; I miss you, even though I saw you yesterday. This irresolutely irrational passion of mine, These two paths that just want to intertwine, These glances and moments that send chills down my spine - They shouldn’t be here anymore, but they are. Maybe, it’s because I’m alone, And you’re the only face that feels like home. Maybe, yours is the only embrace I can hold; Maybe, I’m just being foolishly bold. They say find what you love, And let it ruin you. Here I am, like the remains of the Parthenon; Here I am, standing ready, ready to be led on. Ready, bracing myself to be destroyed once more; Ready to burn like a lit match that met fuel that’s seeped into your pores. That is what you and I are; I am the lit match, and you are the fuel. Together, we make ashes of kingdoms, Petty serfs of kings. And an absolute mess of ourselves. I don’t care about being right or wrong, anymore; I just want us to make sense of things, And see what destiny’s got in store.
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Written by
Jdelia420
24 / M / Malta
For You?
Written by
Jdelia420
24 / M / Malta
Published
Sep 2, 2019
Lines·Words
44·313
Notes

Sometimes, some threads of fate are longer than you expect them to be.

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