i don't want to romanticize it, but i swore that when we were together, something fit was it that on our first date, we had such a great time that i actually stayed up late or was it that after one month you promised me that every indefinite sunday morning you loved me, you would brew tea perhaps it was when i revealed everything about my past you told me that despite my broken pieces, our love would always last you never made me feel less when we were together even when you bought that one jacket, when you know how i feel about non-vegan leather throughout our small-matter fights, we still came together to make love on those special nights but, i don't want to romanticize it, because i swore when we were together something just fit
you shaped me, so thank you. i'm glad that i got the pleasure to love you.
... so i'm 17 and have never had a boyfriend, but i'd like to think that my future one and i would split amicably.
We've got that push, that pull, that friction. We've got that ying, that yang. Juxtaposition. Side by side. I feel like you could ride with me symbolically. Take our broken pieces. Make a symphony. You and me. We are a walking contradiction. I feel your fingertips in high definition. Learning all of your twists and turns. So carefully. Your anatomy. Playing tetris. Bodies on the mattress. How we fit together. Perfect messes. All of your edges. Feel the chemistry when your kissing me. There is poetry, in our symmetry. When you move with me.
Lungs emptied, I try to cry out but only cry. My heart beats fitfully, like a toddler deprived of their favourite toy. Dread overcomes me, wholly and completely, as I realize you aren't coming back. Heaving sobs will be replaced by quiet tears, isolation- a silent suffering that comes only with time.