The camellias bloomed on his cheeks.
He smiled and I broke apart.
Pieces of myself tangling with every corners of the room he touched,
With hands that held my heart,
Grabbed it from the prison of my ribcages,
Squeezed it so tight
It forgot to beat for twenty seconds,
That's all it took
For me to fall into the abyss
That was his eyes.
'Beautiful' escaped my lips
Like a sigh after a butterfly flew by,
The sky seemed artificial all of a sudden,
As if a blanket of deep ocean was above me,
Its blue, almost unreal,
I felt like drowning but not.
I wished the stars would speak
And let him know of the poetry I formed in my sleep,
Thinking about the magic he brought
By just existing in the world that only looked at pretty fragile things in crystal jars.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
