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Lovers
Poetic Prose Knots #1
Your words bleed through with your love for her. I can feel the pain, the uncertainty, the truth that she was yours and you were hers in the secrets between moments. Beautiful unbecomings, I suppose, in the way of love lighting up like a beacon in the night.
I saw the memories as if they were painted behind my lids. I loved that you were able to be happy with her. I loved that you had someone who pulled you through the darkness. I loved that you were her defender when she needed it. She was the love you needed most at the time.
I saw you, you know, when you were watching her as if she were an angel sent down from high. Your hands were folded in front of you, and your face showed so much emotion as you watched from afar, in the darkness on the outer edges of her spotlight. It was beautiful. It was like a fairy tale. You looked like a guardian angel protecting her from whatever would come her way.
I’ve never been to New York or California or your wayward stomping grounds — but I loved your mind. I love people’s minds. They show so much more than the outer shells we wear. I suspect you would agree.
It’s a shame your queen and you can’t live in the open air because of cancel culture and the like. Don’t you think that’s a shame? Wouldn’t you rather you could be open with your love for each other?
