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Stumbling

This wasn't originally what they had planned. How could it have been?
But in the end, somehow they think, it was inevitable.

Golden hair tumbles across white pillows, as pale skin gleams with the moonlight sneaking in.
Rough fingertips caress old battle wounds, and lustful sighs encase the room.

They hadn't been looking for each other, but somehow they found one another.
They thought it was fucking irony in the end, but it couldn't be helped.

They were so empty inside, and maybe all they were doing was trying to fill up empty holes.
They clung unto each other desperately, yet always hoping that they'd hadn't found each other to hold.

It started odd out at first, both with broken hearts, and a never-ending thirst.
Thirst for the skin they'd been so desperate to touch.
But in the end all they had was each other on old broken benches,
sympathetic smiles, the only thing they exchanged back then.

And sometimes they cried while they did this, wishing they didn't feel so used,
but it was a silent mutual agreement, it's not like it mattered anymore.

Trouble is their middle name so it was inevitable that they found each other anyways.
Besides, they'd never been satisfied with what-ifs.