seriously, i feel like my
heart might start beating
again . . .
( a pain the bible would sanctify ;
one she finds herself particularly
fond of, she might never adjust
to the twist && churning within
the confines of her chest .
+
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(something so hardly found that it could be monumental. like a discovery to have a name put to, a new words in the sciences.)
finding something like this makes you feel alive, don’t it? easy to forget when there ain’t blood flowin’ through your &.
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i'm just . . . it's been a very
long time since the last time
i've loved, && it's never felt this
way . i feel like my blood's
running again, && it's boiling .
i know --
( what a privilege it is,
the relish in the absence
of breath between the two
of them . cold bodies, warmer
unbeating hearts ; would they
beat in unison of they ever
could? *
+
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its okay.
(whispered in the little space where their lips don't exist. this is their suction of time, the moments where the rest of the world falls away & the only two that exist are them.)
i'm not gonna break in half.
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( thumb traces along
his cheekbone, chest
practically pressed to
his own .
hesitation, seconds to
muster enough courage
before she leans in once
more to deliver a proper
kiss, albeit short lived . *
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(feather-soft & enough to heal all of his previous ailments. his hand comes to hover over her lower back, pulling her that much closer in desire of affection.)
ㅤ
( hands cup at his face,
a second to bask in the
sight of him . just as
she gets closer, her
lips touch right to
the corner of his mouth .
that's as much as she can
muster without risking a
brain aneurysm . *