I've always thought love is supposedly and were just about as intense and aggressive as a burning building made out of fragiled fossiled, filed papers- desperately needing to burn, to be alive.
Quickly, please burn my fragile fossils filled with the fire; so intense and aggressive, igniting our own building made out of clumsy paper boats of love. I wanna feel my breath. heavy breath. it makes me drained into the illusion that i desperately want to be burned- to feel alive.
Just like how the fire fighters fights the fire with slightly warmed, wanted, water- you were a fire fighter except;
you became my water.
the welcomed water that was warmed for my paper boats, drowned me with the feeling of wanting.
to be yours and you, to be mine.
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note: my perception of love before was it had to have some kind of thrill for it to not be a bore and stay connected (exist) that constant roller coaster of ups and downs made me addicted, that's why i said "desperately needing to burn, to be alive" welp, I'll give you time to digest that thoroughly to understand it in yer all's system
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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
