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Word Vomit
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There are times, when I wished I have no sight,
Because that way, I won’t have to see the anger,
Or the hatred in your eyes when rage took over you,
But then I thought,
What would happen to me,
If I can’t see the love and tenderness in your hazel eyes when you looked at me?
There are times, when I wished I have no hearing,
Because that way, I don’t need to listen to the curses,
And the hurtful name-calling you threw at me,
But then I thought,
What would happen to me,
If I can’t hear the gentleness of your voice when you said how beautiful I am, and how much you treasure me, and how much you love me?
There are times, when I wished I have no sense of smell,
Because that way, I don’t have to breathe in the scent of strangers on you,
When you came home so late at night,
But then I thought,
What would happen to me,
If I can’t breathe in your familiar, musky scent that I love?
There are times, when I wished I have no sense of taste,
Because that way, I won’t know how foreign your mouth tasted like,
When you kissed me hungrily, drunkenly,
But then I thought,
What would happen to me,
If I can’t taste the sweet you when we’re kissing lovingly?
There are also times when I wished this body isn’t mine,
Because that way, I won’t feel every blows, kicks and punches from you,
And the mind-numbing pain of the aftereffects,
But then I thought,
What would happen to me,
If I can’t feel your warmth when you’re holding me in your embrace like I’m a fragile little flower?
I wished for a lot of things,
Like how we can be like normal couples like we used to,
Who kiss in the morning and cuddle in the night,
(And not cold like ice in the morning as we ignore each other and hot like burning flame at night as we fight with each other),
Who stay up on each other birthdays and kiss under the mistletoe in Christmas,
(And not sitting alone with uneaten cake and cold Christmas spent waiting for the other half)
Who laugh at even the stupidest thing ever and cry together just because we care,
(And not scream our throats out and cry in anguish tears just because we cannot stand each other)
But then I thought,
No matter how ed up our fairytale,
This is ours,
And not someone else’s.
We don’t have Prince Charming or white horse or fairies or magic pumpkin,
But we have each other.
And in the end of the day,
No matter how far we stray away from each other,
We will always find our way back,
Broken, ed up, wounded, hurt,
But we’ll find our way back,
And that’s all I need.
a/n: i'm feeling meh :/
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