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I have no idea what a kiss could feel like.
and even when i shut these invisible eyes
your lips
are transparent
illusive
i can't even tug  your arm.

a determined agony to lose oneself in a dream
force my lids to see you
walk?
stand?
hear a deep laugh?
you've got no idea that i am wailing for you
how do you know
that i
may even
crush on you.
Are you crushing for me?

Infatuation,
a sudden call of living in hardship
i ain't got much to talk about you, Blue.
I think i have lost the accurate words to confess these little thought throbs of crushing on a guy that may not even know how badly i think i would like to talk to.
with eyes that
glow
and hair on
fire
show me the keys
to unlock
your desire.
you
You said you would take care of me
and (I believed) your fairy dust lies
the wand was flicked upon me
I fell deep
I fell hard
I was paralysed by
(you)

but there was no ground below me
not one hint of the destination
(I) looked at you with one goal in mind
and then you pricked the parachute that (helped) me
float with
(you)

as it's oxygen reduced
(I still) blindly (relied on)
(you)

by the time it was gone
(I) reached underground
in a (lost) world
and now
here I am without
(you)

(I lay in) crooked paths
not sure of where the tears will lead to
drawing parallel lines on bandaged (wounds) and
still (thinking of)
(you)
I wish your mind would
kiss
mine and allow our taste buds to
dance
on the surfaces
of each flaming thought
and
then you find one
that leads tunnels
directly to my
aorta
and you will know why
we are meant to
bind in to our own
fairy tale.

but
I shouldn’t
I can’t

your mind is
already
drowning
with playful kisses by

…another.
here,
beneath your arms,
is where i don’t belong
igniting magnetic touches,
and weaving different songs
kisses on velvet skin,
always there to keep me alive,
along the road i knew,
i realised your crumpled lies
rest in peace,
i say,
sipping in our sudden despair,
i can no longer be here,
you can not either,
we can never be repaired.
i felt you
drawing paper planes
and blowing dandelions
deep inside my epidermis.

i felt you
engraving soft kisses
and silly 11:11 wishes
delicately on to my conscience

and as much as i tried to ignore it,

i smiled back.

— The End —