Where measures of distance haunt me eerily.
Where I feel the wind make its way around the nape of my neck.
Where I search for memories of searching lips.
Where the sound of susurration keeps me attentive.
Where love means loss, hurt, and longing.
Where soft touches remind me of eyelashes wet with tears.
Where rough touches are just another ripple in another ocean.
Where unhope is unlove which is un-me.
And as I am lost in this unknown,
I beg of you, please don’t hurt me.
Because here fragile souls attempt escape from love eating monsters.
Here words fly off seeking to make love to butterflies.
And here is where I’ve reached,
A place of deep infatuation.
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memories do hurt when lost finds a way in you don't escape yourself
love will come and go
it reminds us how much we can love someone yet
get the hurt to how we feel
place a thought in your mind deep and sorrows look
ahead
we all been there and know
do not escape from you're heart eating monsters time to time
if words can only speak loudly who will seek
the person within you
butterflies fly freely on their own as you can to
take it step by step
to be unknown be clear to yourself love comes once
again patience is there
no need to beg
let the one come to you don't chase after them
even though you start feel
let them feel more to you
