it was just another late night escapade until i got a text from you,
wet tissues lying around, thought you were just like the rest, who knew,
we started talking and i remember you complaining about how mean i was to you,
and i decided to spend the rest of the days trying to prove you wrong,
but instead in the course of those stormy days, i fell in love with you,
it's ironic how we had a banter at our first encounter to sharing each other's shoulders,
this was just another new friendship until feelings interfered,
i still remember the time i told you i want to dance in the rain with you and you bet,
you imagined us dancing to the rhythm of our heartbeats ;
asking if you'd kissed me in the rain, would i be twice as wet?
i don't know how this went from 3 am talks to my mind racing with thoughts about you,
is it too crazy that i want you so bad too soon?
do you love me more than you loved her?
we're more than friends but less than lovers,
what we have is so complicated but i wouldn't change a thing for anyone,
the butterflies and the adrenaline rush i've gotten from you is something I've gotten from no one,
suddenly all the songs i hear are about you,
flowers in my ribcage bloom the moment it hears your voice leave those lips,
veins run cold with the urge to live along with the wilder things in life when you're around,
i know we're both hurting inside with the yearning to meet each other,
but maybe we were separated for a reason,
just maybe, we are apart to want each other more than before,
we bid our goodbyes and i told myself it was time to let you go,
but each day a part of me misses you even more,
"she brightens up your life in the darkness with light,
she wants to say i love you but you're afraid of heights"
meeting you felt so familiar, those lips that tasted cherry wine,
we once had a time where we exclusively called each other "mine",
but to be honest, this separation is bittersweet,
we both needed some time apart to heal our inner wounds and that's okay,
we crossed paths for a reason, one that im forever grateful of,
and i remember promising you i'd write something on you,
for you are worth being beautiful etched in the stones just like you are in my mind,
caring and compassionate, sometimes you've been too kind,
so here it is, a piece of art for another work of art,
this is a goodbye love, i wouldn't say forever because i know we'd meet another day,
and i would want you to stay ;
for a little push away from me feels like two worlds falling apart,
but i realised i feel the pain in my heart ;
for the red string that connects our soul holds us both,
me and you,
i go to sleep with the words "what's yours will find you".
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Poetry[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
