Wishful Thinking

Poetry for the Delusional

Monday, May 13th, 2024.

Good evening y’all, hope this reaches you well. Question, really quick:

What’s your favorite genre to read?

We met and it was instant,
the love, the drama, the messages,
nothing felt resistant.

You complimented me,
verbally, phyiscally, in all ways,
it was meant to be.

Sweetest of kisses,
like the smell of fresh flowers,
one of life’s many blisses.

Three months of closeness,
It’s like we never tire of one another,
A picture of close-knit.

You know me and three’s,
they’re a sign from the universe,
just the same as a simple breeze.

Thirty seconds to thirteen minutes,
time between your words evolved,
like the lifespan of linnets.

Thirteen is lucky,
I tell convince myself over and over,
Enacting a daily soliloquy.

You wouldn’t walk,
we’re everything together,
even though we may not talk.

It’s been two days,
it only says delivered,
but this is a part in all the plays.

You’ll always be mine,
connected through fate,
and invisible twine.

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Goodnight guys!