Every morning I woke up beside you, the cold often lingered on our skin with the curtainsthat were caressing our delicate bodies. Sweet morning coffees and odd smell of morning breathswere my happiness. Perspiring dermises and parched lips were the perfect denouement ofconflagrating bodies colliding at a low pace and making the most of it. Episodes of charismaticangles showing innocence and physical perfection amidst collision, never did I contrite callingyou my Ephebe of Marathon.
The anomalous taste of my caffeine, summoned my resting spirit – rendered my intuitionto believe something uncanny. The aroma was fine and its bitterness was lingering on my tongue;the scent of burnt eggs and pancakes, and the smoke from your cigarette were making menauseous – I used to be dallied by your mixture and culinary skills, and ask for another shot, butit turned out your eyes were saltier and gloomier than your sunny side ups.
There was no day I never waited for a response, cliffhung on my room and watched thesmall circle of white light from the hole in the wall until it casted orange. A week went by and never stopped pondering where it all went wrong, and it dejected me for months when I had a glimpse of you conflagrating with someone who I used to know.
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PoetryThis book is all about betrayals on friendships, invalid feelings, untangled fates, and taciturn and morose secrets. This is currently in the state of revision.
