He Slipped Through My Fingers
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Last published Mon, Sep 23, 2024
Our eyes met even before our tongues...
I saw you and you saw me but from a distance,
Once our voices were out the connection struck like lightning.
We talked for hours about everything and anything...
Your traumas and My traumas ...
What a sensitive topic to have and you barely know each other, worst mistake ever....
Vulnerability open doors that were shut by brokenness for years....
The seed of Vulnerability grew into our hearts,
Unknowingly we watered it with constant meeting and communication....
He saw me and I saw him...
In highness we did the unthinkable,
Sealing the connection with intimacy...
At first we were two people connecting and having fun nothing more nothing less..
YOLO became our vocabulary....
We became better if not the greatest version of ourselves through intimacy...
He had his way of coping with weed, I with alcohol.
Together we became addicted to ourselves....
We crawled under each other's skin and found peace.
Now we are at a point of letting go and admitting that it's for the best..
Rehabilitation is now our lifestyle....
Feels empty, Feels like a part of me is missing....
Time heals all wounds is a concept that I am patient enough to see it work for me...
It was good while it lasted 🌹
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