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Jan 10
If you were a color, you will be blue.
And if my feelings were red,
both of us together will be the color of fresh bruises.

You are so beautiful when you stare.
For the first time, I hesitated.
Within 17 hours and a few drinks,
I told you my secrets
and you said I'm trying way too hard.
You said it's okay.
You said you wanted to kiss me.

By the end of the night, I traced your scars like constellations across your body
and whispered,


My last memory of you is your burnt orange shirt
and the lingering smell of pine needles.
And how seeing your backpack in a distance,
while you walk away,
gave a bitter taste in my mouth.

I cried when I got back to my empty apartment
I realized that you are my cue to stop.
If we meet again in another lifetime, I hope we are not scared to stay anymore.
Kimberly Jane Sioco
Written by
Kimberly Jane Sioco  F/Manila, PH
(F/Manila, PH)   
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