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dirty ice-cream

  • Writer: liantolentino
    liantolentino
  • Mar 24, 2020
  • 1 min read


Is it you,

or is it the sparks your touch leaves on my

skin?

Is it your body heat melting me,

or it is my heart burning gradually from the

fear

That you'd leave without leaving me wandering inside the

crisp, freezing state of mind

that you found me in?


When you're around, he's just a grain of sand,

lost beneath the beach that we laid on,

your head on my lap,

And my lips on yours.


He doesn't slip into my thoughts when you're

thumb is grazing my hand,

like I'm made of velvet.


He becomes a distant star when

you reach out to my face,

and smile with your eyes;

your fingertips pinching the runaway lash,

that escaped with the tears I shed

before I saw you.


you don't upset me,

make me clench my fist.

you don't allow me to lose my mind from

worrying.


you don't intensify the pain

of what it feels to fall in love

with a deteriorating heart.


you don't gift me with sadness

every

single day,

like He does from miles away.


So why?

Do I still see his face every time we kiss,

when I close my eyes and give in to the pleasure

that we were doing the things I only imagine

he would do to me now.


 
 
 

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