Whir.

Counting each time

You made my heart race,

Like needles on the sewing machine,

Thumping in and out.

Fast and slow

Then turning the edges,

Whirring along the outline of us

Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.

Villain.

A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

Anew.

You’ve forgotten how to love.

You’ve forgotten your own worth.

Suppressing your needs for another,

At her beck and call.

Money, time and pride

You gave it all.

The beauty of love,

Is that it is mutual.

I’d show you,

If you’d love anew.

Sleep.

Why don’t you move on

Why are you not asleep?

Why don’t you move on

When he’s just a freaking prick?

Why don’t you move on

Why are you not asleep?

Why don’t you move on

When he makes you so damn sick?

Pain.

Is it greater pain,

To have found true love and lost

Or to never have found before?

Impudence.

Face,

I wouldn’t forget

Tenderness,

I’ll give to beget.

Battle of the wits,

We’re two wholly misfits

Others could jeer,

But I’ll stay with you here.

Hunger.

He should’ve known better.

That hunger

Was not an unsatisfied desire;

But rather

A temptation of an emotional encounter.

Baked.

200g of comfort;

3 tablespoons of coincidences;

500ml of laughter;

Whisk until smooth.

Line union tray with empathy,

Pour in happiness mixture.

Pre-heat oven with self awareness,

Bake at 190 degrees celcius.

Observe when sincerity rises,

And romance turns golden brown,

Remove with understanding mittens.

Leave to cool with personal space.

Add a dash of luck

And sprinkles of shimmery joy.

Slice for 2,

Serve warm.

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