more about our last time

i didn’t know much about you

nor you about me

we didn’t know any


for certain

except one element of

pure truth

the truth of that moment

the moment our lips fit like puzzle pieces

and our limbs tangled like flower stems

see in that moment,

my head buzzed with the thought of you

while your arms merely longed for the arch in my back

and so we continued on as strangers


exploring foreign grounds

trudging on lands of emotion and hurt and regret

tip-toeing across


i whispered,

“you’re stepping on my heart”




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