Prose Poetry

Flirtationship

He was that stranger you wanted to know.

You kissed kismet sweetly when a part of his world was tangent to yours.

Then you hugged kismet hard enough when his world overlapped yours.

He’s that person who can make you forget your standards,

the one who can make you dive into a made-up pool of dream,

where you two can be free as the fishes on the ocean, and surface the waters after years to gasp for some air.

Then, he takes your hand and dive again.

He’s that somebody you would beautifully hold your breath for too long,

even though you know that you’d start to forget to breathe again.

My beautiful friend had this printed on a t-shirt. Gave me this as my birthday present.

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