Hands, Wrists, Teeth

Poem 08

Here is the thing:
when we like someone
every moment together is magical
all you want to do is hold their hands forever

remember that bracelet you gave me
actually it was just for a while
because later on you took it off my wrist

and such is life
we want to hold onto things
when its time to let go
it fucking hurts.

I didn’t wanted to look back at you
but you’ve called me after I left
And I gave you freedom to run away
But you came to me eventually
as a boat comes to the island, eventually.

all of this makes me smile. with my teeth out.
That I was skeptical first? True.
But I’m grateful for your good tastes.

Clean, simple, natural, balanced, harmonic.
You are more than graceful.
You are poetic.

Thank You For Reading ❤