I wanted our lips
to collide, like thunder,
while we travel
to the ends
of this cursed earth.
We were meant to,
or so I thought,
find each other
deep in the flames,
deep under oceans,
calling out
from breathless lungs.
We were not meant to
sacrifice another thought
to what hurts us.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
I wanted our lips
to collide, like thunder,
while we travel
to the ends
of this cursed earth.
We were meant to,
or so I thought,
find each other
deep in the flames,
deep under oceans,
calling out
from breathless lungs.
We were not meant to
sacrifice another thought
to what hurts us.
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