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You swear your heart unto my reluctant arms
With all your love that belongs not to me
And the biting warmth of your eyes.
Yet, I draw you in;
Closer than pain,
As you trace tulip stars along my hair,
And I breathe in amnesia burrowed in your neck.
We kiss the sky in a desperate attempt at feigning love
Sharper than rain,
In this moment of beginning
I've forgotten what it feels like to be held by you
Here,
I murder the lover of romantics within me
With soft words and softer still humming;
Gentle hands that choke and bleed
Muted breaths that gasp and shatter
Instead, lies a wanting that begins at the flutter of your eyes and ends at the sight of your lips
Or maybe at the shape of your voice
Moulding onto mine
So, my Heart
For damned reasons,
Let's tumble onto this corrupt happiness
Drunk on this sense of longing
On this tenet of belonging
Drunk on hushed words, a fortune hidden under the promise of love.
YOU ARE READING
Mostly
PuisiA murmur of the land upon which the marching band stomped on in its haunting glory . stories buried for nights that go unnoticed. mostly unnoticed.
