to a goddess made of bourbon

i...

i wonder where you are and if the universe has always been cold.

now, that line might not be adjacent nor congruent with each other. but our heart has always been perpendicular because we love in parallel lines.

funny how we let the barbaric ink terrorize our veins. now, we are in an idle state when rivers should never unlearn the ability to flow.

how could distance violate the law of proximity when poetry claws us by its hand and unweave the cloak of pretend.

we were defenseless.

and here i thought, you and i will never fall for the same trap. but i just did. yet i know you were much stronger. he has a tongue that could crack any armor and he strikes you where he could hurt you the most - the part shielded by arched bones. then he leaves you with the truth that lines could never curve into infinity.

well my case was a lot gentler. this is about a boy i met who told me he would love to stay as a boy when i wanted us to grow like vines reaching for the sun - intertwined and knitted.

when he turned away, he left no queries unanswered. yet, i felt that departure brought a feeling of loneliness home and bruised backbone can't help but curl into a question mark.

why do we have to see what was once beautiful eclipse into an estranged memory?

so Luna, where are you and has the universe always been this cold?

pray tell me how to forget.