it’s as if
we fell in love on paper
and it curls with water
from tears falling behind imaginary eyes
beyond grasps i had as a child
feigning for something more than
what this seemed to be
because what i see is what i believe
and horrors of hands
don’t quite make sense
before the first scar
the first drop doesn’t hurt the hardest
yet it doesn’t beat the softest
because panic rushes
through the brain
like our souls were once on the same wavelength
ditching borders to create a softness
a kindness was a virtue i held in standard
for your hands against my skin
like a man in the mirror of pure bliss
when i look at you
it’s as if i look at this
a moment in truth
you in twists in dark and the abyss
like a knight in shining armor
in sweater weather
feeding off sullen energy
and i reminisce on this
before that
before twists
before we would coexist
in a world where nothing makes sense
words on paper only mean what you understand
this only goes as far as what you comprehend
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