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I’ve fallen in some kind of love with an interesting person I don’t know.
It’d be lovely if I could tell him.
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pale and cracked and
cold on my neck on my cheek on my mouth
and yet soft, so impossibly soft
that its like kissing white velvet.
your eyes are like
puddles of water
sleepy and calm and tired
rimmed with midnight and fringed with dead lashes
but on some days they light up in the glow
of the darkening skylines and it always so beautiful.
we are like
a forest fire
hot and dangerous and wild
waiting to die but refusing to be extinguished
and we’re supposed to go together, blazing ‘til we burn out
but true love never does
& I believe we never will.
I wish I was better at saying how I feel.
