i was rehashing narratives
narrowly understand what this is
a love story i couldn’t predict
stuck in the throes of your lips
i couldn’t, i shouldn’t, i can’t forget this
trace my wounds and kiss
seek me soon or miss me for an eternity
cutting off burdens hurting me
i slice, snip, and chop
i watch it float like a log
to clear the way
the way it should’ve been along
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
i was rehashing narratives
narrowly understand what this is
a love story i couldn’t predict
stuck in the throes of your lips
i couldn’t, i shouldn’t, i can’t forget this
trace my wounds and kiss
seek me soon or miss me for an eternity
cutting off burdens hurting me
i slice, snip, and chop
i watch it float like a log
to clear the way
the way it should’ve been along
