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Sometimes, when I trace the curve on your hardened notions with my tongue, logic comes waltzing into the scenario and taints my vision.

The ache becomes more intense as I feel you wrapped around me tightly, like a vine.

Forgetting, would be the easy way out but my heart and soul is oft at war with my mind.

So, I linger in those unspoken moments in the hope of catching another glimpse of you, and the transluscent threads that keep my heart bound to yours because I know that good men, are rarely perfect.

Your imperfections are equivalent to the impurities that taint me just as equally, and the heart remains firmly set on you, even after all is said and done.
 
Faith, keeps me tethered to the possibility of the impossibilities that render me weak, some days. Too weak to walk beside someone, who isn't you. Someone, that knows how to touch me, until I'm trembling and blossoming underneath the strength of their decisiveness. 

I could sit next to you for eternity and trace the lines upon your face to ascertain where you've been, and where we're going, together.

Nestled into the warmth of your arms as I feel the rise and fall of your chest while I ponder the syncronicity of our breath, and the way my limbs might feel at home whilst draped upon yours while I attempt to decipher the taste upon your lips was me.

It was always you and me.

It tasted like devotion, and a contagious notion of diversity as our awareness and appreciation of one another unfolded rapidly but delicately as we learned to absorb the sentiments that lingered in our stare as you stared intently, seeking your self in the depths of my eyes. 

The kind of love that has no boundaries as love is as raw and vast as the wilderness that lies within the depths of you.

It is violently fierce yet fascinatingly gentle as the soul knows the heart of its healer, and there are so many things I'd love to say to you but this lifetime is too short, which reminds me, we must show redemptive grace towards those who hurt us, unintentionally.

And for all you know, the truth you were seeking could've been hidden in the soft incanticles that are whispered to the universe, to keep you safe each and every day.

Distance, is a psychopathic killer that resides in my mind, and taunts me as a tenant that needs to be evicted.
Written by shadow_starzzz
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