This one is for old times. A lot of metaphors, a lot of love and exactly what posts like ‘my darkness‘ looked like. I hope you like it! Also, do comment a lot. Literally.
I was looking for a love that was broken when I found him. A tall man with sad eyes and a happy heart.
He reminded me of the kind of love that drowns you. His words always felt like a push off the cliff and his touch felt more hot than warm. But then if I drowned, he’d kiss me till I could breathe again. If he pushed me off a cliff, he’d fall with me and hold me close in an embrace and take the impact. Where I only tasted lust in his kisses, I felt love in the way his fingers would intertwine with mine. He had me confused about everything and I didn’t know what to do.
He told me his darkest secrets the very first time we spoke. Everything about him reminded me of something. His eyes were like hidden treasure chests and his laugh reminded me of broken dvds and empty parking lots. The way he walked reminded me to keep up my pace and his smiles looked like Christmas lights. He reminded me of wet sand, naked Thursdays, and a lot of dirty coffee mugs. His tales were of broken hearts and twisted alleys. He reminded me of over-sized shirts, cold wind and terraces on winter nights.
He was raw. You could find poetry hidden in the wrinkle of his eyes and lust sitting on his lips. When I kissed him, my spine arched like a big smile and our lips rested on top of each other like an ‘ABAB’ rhyme. I remember when I hugged him for the first time. He felt like a campfire and a forest fire at the same time. His breath against my neck swept me off my feet as I hugged him tight.
You know how the sea wags its tail in big blue waves and shares stories as it crashes against the shore? That’s what he was. A happy puppy that reminded me of the sea.
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