TALK SICK ✧ POETRY

| FIVE -五

— 五 !

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my chest feels tight and my stomach twists in on itself and i find myself seeking comfort within the thresholds of her hands.

her hands are so warm, like embers from the fire pit placed on my arctic skin.

she has no name, for i haven't met her yet. let's call her melody. because i hope that when i find her, that her voice will be of melodious songbirds and the only tune to lull me to sleep.

i hope that i love her.

i have never known love, nor have i ever witnessed such a mediocre chemical reaction, but, perhaps, i would like to become acquainted with the feeling. perhaps my melody is out there, burning and craving the ice that i bring with me to soothe her melting flesh.

and so my stomach plays rollercoaster and my heart swells too large for my chest and my ears are naught but radio static, waiting for the station that is melody, sweet melody with her songbird voice and pretty laughter and magma touch.

oh god, i hope she loves me.

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— THIS ISN'T ABOUT ANYONE IN PARTICULAR, JUST SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS I HAD AND HOPE THEY SOUND PRETTY ENOUGH, THANK U IF U ACTUALLY READ THESE AND ENJOY THEM, IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND I LOVE U!