allow me to let you in on a little theory
the theory is about frailty.
to be vulnerable and sensitive that it scares the very essence in you. being fragile to the core and yet you decide to stand up for yourself. the fear is embodied in your hands, hidden behind those hazel eyes.
the theory is about frailty.
i hold your hands tight as we park by the pier. your fingers caress my thighs and your lips touch mine. i unbuttoned my ribs around you as i exposed my weak, broken self. you learned how i broke out of 'subtle embraces' as i tried to scrub away the heat they left on my skin.
the theory is about frailty.
it is about how you taught me everything except one - what it is to like to live when the universe pulled us apart. i see an ocean full of love in your eyes, just not a drop meant for me. what once was a table for two, now but an empty seat stares at my eyes.
the theory is about frailty.
how i want to scream. how i want to destroy anything that took away 'me', that took away my lonely. it is but bottles of what ifs. it is my self-hate and the endless cutting. a fluffy yellow blanket with a tinge of red (your favorite color) covering my sorrows, occasionally resurfacing. if we were manny and kizie, you would be my 'always'. you are my 'always', come whom may.
the theory is about frailty.
how i finally started loving the broken pieces of myself. the broken pieces you loved at the very first sight. slowly drowning my hate as i learn you would never understand. endless talks and yet here we are. i promise to always wait, come whom may.
my theory is about frailty.
how i learn poems and words are all i need to let my collapsing lungs breathe. how i learn to love you from afar.
but it is one thing to have a theory and another to put it into practice.
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