Her Love is an Antidote 🔮
The look with eyes milder than the sky. The manner in which her heart folds itself into a paper bird. There is no poetry for this. It's how she recites my name like she's summoning the gentlest tempest inside my chest. I never realized somebody could suffocate me by taking a look at me if, by some stroke of good luck, she knew she was the sea. If her adoration was to, at any point, bite the dust, it would be the last evening. Picture standing by the entire year waiting for snow and awakening to little to no snow, and it dissolves away. I love how she influences me. Regardless of whether I was trying to say bye, my heart cadence plays like a drum. It's how she gazes at me like I'm the principal at nightfall; I could kiss her in a garden filled with heartbeats and wouldn't even consider stopping. We realize the world is loaded with things. However, there is nothing similar to her! She is all the meanders and all the desires. I need to move my ribs to hold this feeling of security! My indisputable favorite since you're genuinely characterized. I could not say something similar for each previous experience, yet your affection is the domain of this incomplete cure I'm drinking through. My antidote, forever liquifying, you deserve the crown…
