Those peanut butter cheeks,
Fuzzy peaches and lemon kisses.
Daydreaming big scenes,
Bling bling and tv screens.
Conspiring about worlds’ secrets, making big speeches about nothing but beaches.
Giggles, tickles, and lingering glances.
Sweaty limbs over heavy breathing.
Ecstasy from compatibility, easiness from familiarity.
Together, living by the second. Breathing in the minutes of hours. Panting over grassy puffs, this wet affair. It’s nothing but a countdown to reality. Sweet escape from eventual fate.
Did you really think it could last?
Perhaps we laugh like gilded butterflies, but that doesn’t mean we can stay in their world.
Move on, grow up, on to the next.
This was but a pit stop on our way to the final destination.
I’ll admit, I’m still a hopeless romantic. Rather live in the moment, than live a life full of regrets. Let me hurt later, but feel the intense joy I can endure now. For that is the only way I would experience one worth living.
SERIOUSLY J-DID 