young love
eyelids half open, half closed
there’s a warmth that lingers,
a warmth that grows.
iridescent, so sweet, it glows.
sweet air of yours, hear my heart;
it beats, it slows.
fill my lungs, recalcitrant, incapable,
aren’t you worried?
tell me,
can i please be yours?
you have looked at but never seen
all these inner parts of me:
depths of my soul, ache of my throat,
the words i carve,
please.
let me speak.
please.
please love me like our scars,
love me like birdsong.
let your laugh be my melody,
the air, relief that fills my lungs;
the sight of colour im so incapable of.
only sixteen,
us, too old, too young,
you, too brash, too dumb.
me, too scared, too slow.
for the undying love,
i promised you so.
i never told you how i felt.
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relapse, wrung out, dry.
retreat, let us. repeat.
the lies, you’ll uncover with time.
but this life is nothing,
this vessel empty and mundane.
tell me,
can you please be mine?
Copyright © Vyonnie Khoo | Year Posted 2025
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