• amrinankh 6w

    i used to think we're part of revisions
    made from the mistyped plot of universe,
    a metanoia of fate to say things in a better way.

    i used to think we're kind of side characters
    sentenced in the protagonist monologue
    and our love story was kind of a paradox—
    a serendipity in tragedy.

    and it started somewhere
    in the skipped chapters of lost love
    along the bookmarked page of our beginning,
    in highlighted favorite lines of being us;
    where you and i are words
    that best describe the opposite.
    silence and storm.

    and we've grown to love the antonyms of us
    you, playing echoes in my silence
    and i, charting colors with your storm show.

    our dialogue, 'we should try'
    is now a borrowed phrase,
    drowned in kisses of someone else's lips,
    dipped and hauled in the oceans of romance.

    but that's okay, it's not always ours,
    in any other way it was a freudian slip
    from the scarlet letters of our past
    that have now turned blue

    and love in life honey,
    is chiasmus in a way —
    to be true too predictable
    and too unpredictable to be a lie.

    our epilogue was not on the last page,
    it was halfway to the end,
    a peripeteia in tragedy.
    and us forever together burrowed
    in fifth chapter of someone else's
    parallel world debut book.

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    and love in life honey,
    is chiasmus in a way —
    to be true
    too predictable
    and too unpredictable
    to be a lie.

    ©amrinankh, metanoia of fate