The corner of the page when i met you,
Is so worn it will soon be broken,
Because i’ve read it so many times,
I could recite it in my sleep if i had chosen.
The page on which we met,
Is so etched within my mind,
That I couldn’t forget all that happened,
When we met for the first time, even if I wanted.
Even if I tore out our chapter from this novel,
You’d still exist, in every phrase, in every word,
Inexplicably, wordlessly, woven into the seams of my life,
In all I speak, the voice you left in me can be heard.
Even if they burnt all pages of the book to erase us,
They wouldn’t be able to, for you’re fused within corners,
They can never find, hidden in the crevices of my existence,
In every word I write, the emotions you left in me can be felt.
It’s hauntingly beautiful,
How your presence still lingers,
In every shadow, between every dream,
In tendrils of love grasping at me with each glimpse of our pictures.
It’s breathtakingly emotional,
How your feelings remain,
Even after all this time, in every little corner within me,
Taking cover from the storms that might rage,
Finding solace in the humble abode of us.
When we loved the heaven welded us into one,
In separation parts of you were too fixed to me to remove,
Brushing off the dust of other heartbreaks was sweeping dust,
But how do you sweep off the tiles or the roof.
With a love so pure and delicate as ours,
The dust off the tiles and roof wasn’t going to be a problem,
For the heartbreaks we suffered were fading,
In the light of what was happening,
Mending, fusing of our hearts together.
It was these moments that broke through,
The already present cracks in my dark shell,
That love could bloom in a field of weeds,
That the devil would rest, for a story, time would tell.
Glistening through those cracks was the light I could feel,
As it basked me in its full glory,
Our love blooming in a moment of joy,
Forming a story the world will read, in books years later.
A little girl will be sitting on the library’s hardwood floor,
And these pages will be worn by her fingers,
Carefully flipping the taped pages that we have carelessly torn.
And she will grieve and rejoice,
Surpassing the pettiness of age and time,
Perhaps she will take care of us,
Better than we ever could.
An emotionally beautiful collab with the amazing @taralovepoetry 💙📚
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