Poetic Attempt || Twenty

In a way, you reminded me of sand
maybe it’s because the texture of your
fingertips, as they traced the dots scattered
across my cheekbones is rough from all your
calluses, but I didn’t really mind the
light scratches because just as how the sand
on shorelines tickles my toes, the feel of
your skin against my own was comforting

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Poetic Attempt || Sixteen

[ t h i r d ]
ink bleeds through crisp pages
for the sake of giving birth to
letters that make love
creating pretty sentences
that paint vivid sunsets
we find beautiful
and somewhere in the heart
of our madness
we start to believe that perhaps
rough patches of flesh
stained by ink from our own veins
are just as lovely

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Poetic Attempt || Twelve

in the midst of our own unraveling
we found each other
and although our collision was fleeting
our lives are entangled indefinitely
into a chaotic tapestry
with a length that can rival
the limits of our universe
with stories transcending
the nature of time and space
its gravity unparalleled
but only felt
between the two of us

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