1 | Perfectly Imperfect
I will forever be subjected to your recklessness. You are not perfect, but then again, you are more perfect for me than you'll ever realize. It will never dawn on you like it dawned on me.
And that is okay, as long as you l...
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you're in the passenger seat of her white citroën car and she has one hand on the steering wheel / another on her lover's inner thigh (it's you) / and there's only one thought swarming your mind but you just can't seem to get those three little words out / you choke the words down, you ignore the butterflies in your stomach that are a reminder that this is real, that this is actually happening in real time -
ignore the warmth in your chest / ignore that the love for her is overbearing / love, love, love / and when she reaches over at a red light to gently nudge her nose into your neck (which you've learnt is her memorizing your scent as if she'll forget it one day and won't be able to smell it again) like you've let her do many, many times over, with more than enough consent - nono, please continue, you breathe unsteadily, it's lovely, you're lovely - you feel your pitiful heart thumping more rapidly than you've ever thought possible / you know right then, in a second, that it'll never go away; you have experienced a feeling that doesn't truly have a name, because it isn't just love -
it's a desire for love / it's a craving for her / it's a longing to be with her until, one day -
