Savor it Entwined limbs circulating warmth Lips sealed together A misty evening, thanks to the weather Minds connected Harmonious scents from private places Serenity among faces Calloused hands rubbing forever A feeling I want to last
it’s just how it was. and so things ended up the way they did. we were quite a pair; what with my impulsiveness and your rationality. as i took a step back, each time i recognized the danger in your eyes, flickers unleashed. this rendezvous meant meeting somewhere a little nearer than halfway, not without leaving a breadcrumb trail of weariness.
see, we didn’t get around to the part of burning bridges-yellow and orange and blue flames standing tall. neither did we try dousing ourselves in gasoline just so it could stay alive, sparks like flirtatious moths attune to life.
all that we’ve resorted to was crossing the bridge and rightly so. for all we ever wanted was to learn the language the city lights spoke upon the ripples delving into atlantis’ reach. there wasn’t a need to get past the platform, plainly standing there already felt right.
this is what those weeks were all for. open-door kisses and treacherous things in the dark. the laughing fits and slow dancing in your balcony at 2am, acoustics faint on your speakers were just ways we came up with in order to **** time.
things ended up the way they did. your messages left unopened, my secrets i’ve bared onto your lips and your tongue was the ink you’ve etched yours with on my skin. for a while it meant more than that, we meant more than just a jet’s smoke trail of fleeting stars crash landing upon reality. we could only get to pretend for so long that the crash wouldn’t occur even as we’ve made an agreement that we’d still be alright and remain with an exchange of warm smiles and inviting eyes like the first encounter. but pretending could only sit so well in my chest but it can’t quite counteract this particular feeling rushing with intensity, an outrage that’s only worsened as those exchanges are kept.
so forgive me if i couldn’t keep contact, if all your calls go to voicemail-and i try not to listen to them but ultimately fail. the only compromise i aid to is to not reply.
that’s just how it was. things ended up the way they did. the passionate flames surrounded us keeping a close watch so they wouldn't engulf us we were just bridge watchers content on not going beyond nor under
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i am sometimes tired. of feeling too much or feeling too little and of filling the gaps of my ribs with uneasy breaths. i could not explain it, -that tiredness sometimes reach beyond bones. and i am tired of carrying it. and im always scared of the many ways that a body could give in to it. of the fact that a heart knows nothing but to beat. and how it also knows when to just stop. im not sad, just scared. and im sometimes tired all the **** time.
Enticing smiles Wretched hearts They're all clawing at me. My skin a mere fragment healing, looks through the stifling pain. I have an entire life to spend, alone. Collecting memoirs, Indigo shaded lilies And heart-shaped bruises Coloured like my veins. Enticing smiles. They give you a lot to believe in. To rewrite the philosophies you own. To revolutionise your mind. Glimpses of heaven. And the sea bed. But they're enticing smiles and so they are gone before you realise.