Let me forget

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Seeing you again after years.
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Alitaptap
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You stood there
Holding me with you eyes
Holding my breath

You held my soul in your hands
Your grip
Your clenching and unclenching fist

I breathe with you
With every step
Where does yours begin and mine end?

You touch me
With your upturned lips
The mischief
The control
The intent
Withholding

Leaving the empty space pregnant
With yearning
With missing
With waiting
For me
to respond

Care to have coffee you said,
To talk about books,
Or music,
Or friends.
Everything but you.
Everything but us.

You read my secrets.
Why did I tell you
Things I deny myself?

Why does my heart feel open?
An open eye
An open wound
An open mouth
Waiting for you
To fill?

Can I do the unthinkable?
Can I forget you?
I beg you.

Let me forget.

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AlitaptapAlitaptapover 1 year agoAuthor

Yes, Paul. Some are so intense, but unfortunately, can never be.

Paul4playPaul4playover 1 year ago

This is the paradox, isn’t it?

“Let me forget.”

AlitaptapAlitaptapover 1 year agoAuthor

Thank you so much, Elorra! This means so much coming from you ❤️

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

I felt this. So so so deeply. Bravo, it is just so beautifully done!

5 STARS from a woman who knows this story too. Xx

-E

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