Our story is a beautiful one, One that is full of life and passion.
If our story had to be called something in the time of when it thrived,
It would be Wanderlust.
Because, we had the insane drive to travel and see new places in each others souls,
Rather than actual new places.
Our love was enchanting.
Blossoming beautiful in the eyes of each other and others,
To the point where we believed we soared as one bird instead of as
Two separate beings, infinite in time and beauty and the universe.
As time
Stopped
For us, as a time of us and only us.
Our spirits were toxic.
Poison only to each other, yet hidden under such beautiful flowers,
That we almost didn’t notice the thorns pushing into each others branches,
Making indentations carved like the scars we carved into our hearts,
That chained us together, which is where we wanted to be,
But not where we needed to be.
Our time is done.
Just like the ending of a book or of a movie, our chapter ending,
When we stopped writing in each others books, and called cut on the final scene.
And in that moment.
We lost each other to the tides of the world and flew away as two birds,
Soaring and migrating to different stages of life.
And while the world and time we spent together was full
of wanderlust, beauty, enchantment, and toxicity
It was still
Ours
About the Creator
Hannah Perez
Hannah Perez is currently a college student studying English and Music. She has been writing poetry and short stories since she was in Elementary school, and has never stopped. At her college, she is in a service fraternity Alpha Phi Omega.
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