This is the kind of love story
people tattoo on the soles of their feet...

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She bulleted from gun-barrel hips
on the day the apocalypse was supposed to dawn;
they called her their miracle child,
but no one saw the ghosts in her eyes the minute
midnight struck

and he

He was a blink between a page-turn,
swallowed by paragraphs wanting his thesaurus heart;
he could name a thousand ways to say "solitude"
yet no one bothered to listen
because he could break with one slip
of the glass shard tongue

and she

She tied noose-strung blasphemies around her neck
to keep the good boys away
and she beat the bad out of the boys
who thought she would sway
with the tide they rode on,
but no moon could ever pull her towards the one thing
they all sought- one night to forget the loneliness
the waves washed up

but he

He didn't have to try hard to be forgotten,
he had always camouflaged with the corners
as a cobweb spun from dust-mote memories
of the moment before life was caught in its trap,
a million fleeting flickers of death
before anxiety put it to rest

then she

She caught sight of him when the equinox
tiptoed like it was engraving an exorcist's circle
with heavy heels,
dragging its steps to exaggerate the dance
that innocence performed around him,
trying to lure her in-
but she wouldn't be won with a waltz,
not when there were too many chances
to forget the next move,
and she didn't want to be the headlight-frozen belle
of the stare-suffocating ballroom

and he

He met her eyes at the first glance of moonlight,
and immediately clung to thoughts of her
because she looked sad and beautiful like a
princess waiting to be rescued,
and with what little glimpses he had of her
he made a scrapbook of photos his mind took
of the times he could so easily imagine with her

but she

She kept winters in her pockets in case
her pulse tried to run,
freezing her veins had become the only way
to keep from falling for him
otherwise her traitorous heart would start pumping
trigger-happy endorphins

so he

He spread his arms and wait for a blizzard
but only summer would meet him on the horizon;
she was hiding behind icy expressions
and pine-tipped emotions, and only the warm breeze
of school's release could thaw her feelings
into fairground confessions

but she

She shot him down with one loaded look,
finger itching the trigger that was so easy to shoot
but he grabbed her hands, waiting for her anger to pass
until her fingers fluttered away like butterflies flying
toward a new exotic flower,
but her palms had pooled with snowdrop blushes
and he knew she had melted

and they

They were unstoppable, outshining the sun
(though it wasn't a contest, anyway)
and burning brighter than any flame or firefly,
stuck like love was to tragedy or like fireworks
of kisses on the fourth of July

but they

They couldn't hold each other for too long
for fear that the other might break or fold like a
paper doll given to a child but found ripped the
very next day;
so weeks and months went by and they would stare
at each other, not touching but always watching
in case the other might start waving goodbye

so they

They uncuffed themselves to the idea of love
and tried shackling themselves to the cells society made
custom for them; the too-tough girl
and the invisible boy who was "closer to the wall
than to his girlfriend"
because high school romances don't last,
and though they weren't just statistics
it didn't mean that they would be different than the rest

but they

They found each other again;
she was spreading frost over her lips to save the bud
that had been blossoming since their last kiss
and he decided to forever be the gardener of their little Eden
wrapped in ferns and little pieces of eternity and bliss

because they

They needed each other like an epitaph needs a mourner
and a victim's dead body
just to make sure they didn't drown with the retreating tide
or disappear into the scaffolding without someone to make them
less goddamn lonely

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… because it's real and so much closer for them to reach.

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A/N: I'd love to get feedback on this, this is for something important on Allpoetry. Thanks for reading!