Somewhere We're All Connected With The Red Strings

somewhere we're all connected with the red strings <3

Now, it doesn't feels different.

Now, all those untouched part of my skin is being touched by some unknown hands.

Now, even when any known hand touches those known part of skin it feels unknown.

my toxic trait is " I can give pages of logical arguments on why Summer Finn did the right thing".

It's always been me tiptoeing to kiss you and not you bend down to kiss me.

Myth

With the fall of dusk,

I remembered you.

I still kept your unironed shirt,

Which I wore after our first love making.

It still has your fragrance,

And it still gives me butterflies.

I missed your arms around me,

That held me like I was the last person.

With the fall of night,

I missed making love with you.

I never knew when I stopped using my side pillow,

As you were there to drift me to sleep .

Your thick peach lips made for me,

As you ate me,I deliberately used to bite your delicious lower lip.

You loved it,

Didn't you?

You are missing it,

Aren't you?

But with the fall of dawn,

I realized all your promises for the platonic love,

were a lie to me.

You loved me or my body,

That was never mine.

I fell for your looks,

You fell  for my beauty.

Those days were immensely beautiful to being in love,

Yet you made me realize platonic love is a myth.

It's always been me tiptoeing to kiss you and not you bend down to kiss me.