My hands are wandering over your bodily temple,
You're holy to me,
even if you got your sins
I feel your warm breath on my face
And I observe and enjoy the way your body reacts to mine.
I put my hand on your chest
And my fingers break through your ribcage.
I feel your warm heart in my hand,
It's beating so fiercely and powerfully
I rip out that blood-filled, muscular organ;
It's pounding;
The blood is leaking, flowing out of my hands
Down my arms
My clothes are soaking in your blood.
"I think my heart looks the exact same!" I notice.
I put your heart back into your ribcage,
I like what I've seen
And I close the wound so it can properly heal.
Your blood's on my body
And our wounded hearts are finally healing,
I guess.
It's a long journey.
I don't know who you are
But I know you are heaven-sent
Our lifepaths criss-crossing again
But this time you're staying.
You choose to.
And I choose you.
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I am walking around your flowery gardens
And the entrance to your abandoned building is not to be entered,
it's under maintenance.
So you decide for me to just stay there
and watch from the outside.
And that's okay with me for now.
I enjoy every single view I get,
In this beautiful, messy labyrinth.
It soothes me walking around these gardens and buildings
And I feel like I've always belonged here.
My lungs fill up with fresh air as I blow out the toxins of the cigarette fumes inside my chest.
I love everything about this.
And I hope I'm a welcome visitor in your palace
And I figured I'm gonna try my best to stay
Until you would decide to throw me out.
I don't care.
I will make this last as long as it possibly can.
YOU ARE READING
Memoires of an everchanging spirit
Poetry„Memoir" (french: memory) //unfortunately, I can't turn off the swirling thoughts and memories in my head, but at the same time there is so much I never want to forget this is my life and I want to remember how I felt during these crucial moments w...
