Like a slow motion car crash,
I want to feel the blood gush
from your legs, drip onto my open
palms, sting the delicate skin,
Would it be a sin?
to drink you– in steady pace
just one night,
then forget the shade of those
chocolate eyes,
Can i sleep in one chamber
of your heart?
and leave you in the morning
before you see too far
into mine?
We’ll be vagabonds
stumbling through rooms,
saying bye too soon,
afraid of becoming
transparent. i want to be as opaque
as those solar ecclipse glasses
so your light won’t leave me
permanently blinded.
Post-slow motion car crash,
i want to pick up our broken bones,
pretend their mismatched edges match,
and feel whole.
Sonder Stories 
I really enjoyed the way you so vividly presented such beautiful imagery through your words. Thanks got sharing such a delightful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ☺️
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Thank u sidharth! glad u liked the poem 🙂 I’ll definitely check out ur writings
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Thank you for the heart warming support I look forward to reading more of your writings as well. ☺️
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What a fascinating piece of writing.
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thank u!!!
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