it's like walking into
a chaos so similar
that you're unable to
identify yours...
it's like sharing silences
so comfortable
that it becomes
uncomfortably romantic...
it's like that celestial
connection you form
even as you know
it can't be requited...
it's like tangling
your life into theirs
knowing that you'd
get stuck in that
beautiful purgatory forever...
it's like the gravitational pull
between the moon and earth
which keeps them alive
only when they are apart...
it's that seductive discomfort
you've willingly embraced and
do not want to let go off...
somewhere between
a hot and cold mess
you do not wish
to come out of...
lies a space known only to an
uncomfortably romantic heart
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Uncomfortably romantic
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