FOREST ✰ POETRY

» fragments, humans

It was only a kiss,
that foretold the story of this.
This love bursting of spectrums and shades,
of colours no man could replicate.
It was courage and strength that acted,
like pins and needles in a sweater,
knitted by constellations and imperfections,
enriched with life-long dedication.
Relationships would falter under pressure,
but fear not as love would answer all questions.
- I've knitted this sweater for you.

I fell asleep in that sweater,
warmth embraced me in that rainy weather.
I was sprawled across my bedroom floor,
thinking about you all night long. 
If only my parents didn't slam the door,
we'd be together writing a love song.
If only society didn't view us as sick,
maybe we'd have our bucket lists ticked.
But our love has to be put on hold,
and our story, untold.
- If only everyone else loved your sweater.

It doesn't have to be this way,
our love doesn't have to be on relay.
Your weary eyes to be filled with tears,
a lioness with a steel heart yet surrounded by fears.
The feeling of rejection lingers,
but may this tingling feeling last a little longer. 
It was fate that brought us girls together,
and no one could ever defy our forever. 
- do we care what people think?

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A/N:
alright let me give you the backstory of this poem. it was originally written for #wattpride during pride month under the book, fragments, humans. since then, the book has been floating around in my drafts since the departure of pride month so i decided to put it back in here, i guess? 

the poem is loosely based off two young girls who fell inexplicably in love despite pressure from all around telling them it wasn't the right thing to do. i've used the metaphor of a hand-knit sweater because it reminds me of the warmth that surrounds two people, young and in love. 

i guess you can play girls/girls/boys and wave your pride flag in your room as you read this :D