a parallel of love
or possibly not.
i have felt your breath on my skin,
your hair on my cheeks,
your fingertips on my heart,
without ever facing you.
perhaps in another life
we were starcrossed lovers
destined to infinity fall for one another.
and in each universe our love shall be.
even if in this one,
i have only ever just
seen your face.
but don't worry, my love,
your face is shadowed
by millions of tales
of romance and fate.
but amongst some of them
there cries out lovers in tragedy!
i promise to not love you too late.
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23
