poems with no chronological order • of love
disclaimer: not all stuff are mine
do not read this if you want to feel happy because it's gonna get really wallow and soppy
I hope this helps - maybe to provide company, an outlet, or just to let you know...
a long bus ride like little kids, we rushed up the steps and ran towards the cheeky backseat
it was the epitome of being a teen; the rush of adrenaline when his lips touches mine and our hands intertwine —
a conflict between the similarities of intimacy and love; after constant validation of unsure 'iloveyou's,
that was the day all doubts disappeared
//
it wasn't the soul-crushing statements or the mind-blowing kisses,
no
it was instead a subtle moment
of shared earphones, of solace, of how gently he rests his head in the crook of my shoulder, closed his eyes and all I could hear was heartbeats and James Arthur's 'say you won't let go' playing,
and in that moment I wanted to scream in the top of my lungs "I'm home."
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