lips crack open and words fall short.
he prays that his rough hands and broken thoughts
can get the point across, but
feeble touches never sounded much like ‘love’.
ii. he talked of how many girls he fucked,
while you told him how many boys you’ve loved, and watched as
the numbers were almost the same.
“sex and love are completely different.” you informed him late one night.
I know. his fingers whispered as they brushed along the curve of your spine, not-quite-lovingly.
iii. the only feeling you become aware of is one of
confusion and murky lightheadedness, the world
spinning and falling in technicolour.
you would call yourself numb, but you can’t distinguish
the difference between feeling nothing at all and
emotion overload.
(is there even a difference?)
iv. sometimes he would swear that the nighttime was his time, and that
the place he felt most comfortable was the dirty streets behind your apartment,
complete with raindrops, cigar smoke and touching in the alleyways.
(you were always most comfortable in his arms. but
mutual connection is something you should never expect.)
v. you desperately wished he would whisper
pretty words that could help you sleep through thunderstorms
and the nights when his bedsheets were cold.
and no matter how many nightmares plagued your bones, the only word he would groan was:
pathetic.
vi. stars fell from the sky, glitter
collapsing to the ground, your shoulders, his
galaxy-infested eyes. you never looked up, and you never cared much for shooting stars
since you already held one tenderly in your fingers.
(you sent him your dreams, your wishes. he sighed and sent them back, with not much more than a
‘return to sender’ and a
vii. “I can’t make your dreams come true.”
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"I can't make your dreams come true."
I don't think I can, either :/
Just beautiful; my eyes are tearing up slightly.
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I'll visit your bones next century.
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we're crashing cars we used to share.
thank you so much!
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we're crashing cars we used to share.
that was inspiring.
<3
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i really wish i had a fish.
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I'll visit your bones next century.
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we're crashing cars we used to share.
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i really wish i had a fish.
I'm not usually a fan of fictional poetry, I like it when I know there's a true story behind it.
But I love this so much.
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"If you sometimes feel a little useless, offended or depressed... Always remember that YOU were once the fastest and most victorious little sperm out of millions."
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