my wounds have coalesced
into a galaxy of supernovas
and I don't abhor he-
who gave them to me
I have forgiven ourselves.
there is a turbulence
of melancholy inside me
upon missing the chances
i should've taken for us.
we could've been tree leaves
dancing in the rattling wind
fluttering smoothly
with spasmodic melody
of our erratic heartbeats.
we could've been tidal waves
kissing the shore
bringing sands as we became one
with the sea again
washing the footprints in the sand
wishing it would also wash away our all pain.
we could've been lovers
lying underneath the silent skies
wishing and dreaming
under the cascade of stars
as we fill the night
with hushed voices
and stifled laughters.
we could've been
what we wanted us to be
if only I wasn't too afraid
to dive into the pool of uncertainty
and be devoured
by our inconsistency.
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PuisiA drop of ink defines thousands of memories and millions of emotions. Cover by: Desi_damsel
