your hands running along my skin and you whispering how you adore me so
your words setting the candles of my heart aflame
you tell me im beautiful and you shut me away from the rest of the world
and when i try and pull away from your grasp, you weep
no matter how many scars adorn my body and no matter how much it drowns me to be in your embrace, you weep that you cannot hold me
you teach me that i am for you and you only, that the gods had melded me for your eyes alone
you teach me that if i were to leave, you would crumble if you couldn't feel me for even one fleeting moment
you teach me that if i am not made to be touched, then i am made for nothing at all
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𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 [ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ]
Thơ ca𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒂:: (ⁿ.) 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 a poetry/vent book where i try my best to articulate what I'm feeling into words [art creds goes to Yizheng Ke...