the young girl in her used to believe in soulmate
that solitary existence that makes her feel complete
she sought for the romance that trickles like a warm coffee in her throat
or that sunny afternoon breeze that sets her heart afloat
she never thought of drowning through a maelstrom of emotions
of sinking into the sensation that almost felt like a delirium
it won't always be a sight of white tulips on the field
sometimes it is treading a dark road on midnight with thoughts unsaid
can soulmates be that thing on the shore resembling like two empty shells
brought together by chances; by the turbulence of waves?
or can a romance be anything other than a dormant volcano awakened by a single spell
how can she not covet you, when you make her heart race at a dangerous pace?
if she let her chest run wild, you would be in her arms right now.
because her flesh was begging for something her brain could never allow
****
"you and i, we're just the same." he said.
"no. no we're not," her objection was firm. because she knew;
his self-sabotage was holding on to something detrimental while hers is letting go of things that makes her feel good.
maybe he mistaken similarities for something as simple as being understood.
