If I could just align the stars
to form the fate that should've been ours.
Where we had never met.
Where we had never touched.
Where we had never kissed.
Where we had never said "I love you."
Because that was the fate, we were supposed to have.
Unfortunately, my love;
I could not align the stars to our favour.
We met.
We touched skin to skin.
We kissed each others wounds.
We cut ourselves with "I love you's."
I wish I could've reached up higher to each star,
gently moving them like puzzle pieces.
Sliding them across,
to where they're supposed to be.
Where they really belong,
there it is- the picture of our fate.
- someone
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I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PuisiVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
