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Friction

Let our surfaces collide
Over and over and over again
Let it heat up in the intensity
Of both our needing souls
And wanting breaths.
Let it soak beneath our skins
Until it breaks our bones
And our dreams.
Let it shutter the tension
Caught between our follicles
And ourselves.
Let warmth be our reason
For undoing the buttons
Of shame and respect
Hands wrapped in
Yesterday’s sorrows are
Momentarily gone.
Head soaked with dilemma
And silly paradox all gone
For friction is the only thing
That burns and never scars.

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There are indeed some moments in life where we undeniably, in a way, seek for emotional release that doesn't come off easily without the aid of someone else. I admit, it's not something I would recommend for one to do, but we cling to whatever it is that keeps us afloat when we're in the dangers of drowning. In my case, we both cling to each other when everything gets too overwhelming. Too out of control. Think of it as helping a friend, at the same time also taking whatever it is you need.

People often question my relationship with that certain person. And if I should put a label, it would be "confidant". He is nothing, at the same time, everything. He knows every little thing that goes through my head, every mistake I've done, all the regrets and bad decisions I've made, and I know his. There's nothing romantic about this. The thing I loathe the most is romanticizing suffering. That whatever it is we're going through pushed us into this circumstance where we crawl into the darkest corner of our room, the world left him trembling under my hands, scared and helpless. But I've got his back, and he's got mine.

I hope you enjoyed this piece, please tell me what you think about it in the comments. All the love! xx