They say teleportation is impossible
but why is it that she finds herself seeing stars fill a euphoric heaven whenever she watches
the corners of his mouth reach towards the sky
in an effortless expression of his admiration for her melodramatic exasperations
concerning the whereabouts of her materialistic affairs?
and what is it that her crumbling world experiences that lulls it's broken pieces together
at the command his harmonic call mimicking a chorus of angels at a dinner party?
how can one such human not have a divine title, not be worthy of dining with the gods, not be incarcerated by the labour of competitive women beckoning his charm for their own status?
it is not his passions and engrossing fantasies of making the world his own that captivate her wanderings the most,
but his unwavering loyalty and obsessive love for her that perplexes her sorry soul.
as the fantasies of a young girl are scolded and revised to believe
that a man beckoning the respect of the very ground upon which he walks
is one to be called nothing more than an unrequited love.
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My cute bf is the focus of this one :))
I am so in love and his smile and laugh literally don't let me be upset
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Poetry anthology
PoetryA bunch of angsty poems by a teenage girl trying to stay awake. !! I'll put tw at the start of a poem if needed, Otherwise enjoy my poems, comments are appreciated more than votes cause I love hearing what people think!!
