A compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
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Young boy, your lips taste like fairytales and wet dreams. Bitter like a long departured sun. Sweet like the hidden smiles shared between secret lovers. Your coily hair blending with my fingers. Soft like freshly bloomed hibiscus. Your kisses melting into mine, merging two minds alike. Your hands gripping my thighs dearly, I could've sworn you were afraid to let go. Not yet. Your wandering eyes are dark chocolate, Yet crystal blue when you watch me. Blue with our shared regret for not having met sooner. Blue while anticipating what comes tomorrow. Time is not on our side. The crook of your neck is shaped like my head. We're the ones they always watch, we're never the ones they love. The odds favor against us, We don't fight them. Not yet, we haven't fallen for each other yet. Love only hurts when you know it's dangerous. We're in for a world of pain. We watch the sun fall as the leaves follow pursuit. But when the trees are barren and the ground is layered in snow, Who will watch the sun with me?
