Ashley Yoon

you’re wrapped in my sheets and I hear only your heartbeat; nothing bad has happened to us

It is impossible and ridiculous to think that we were reincarnated into repeated lovers, but this is exactly how you make me feel: unbelievably and recklessly romantic.

thousands of contemporary prayers whispered and embedded into my thoughts / you plague my vision, my memory / I am all I have left of you

somehow in the midst of my losing battle with time, I traded my ability to feel for disappointing wisdom in a deal I never remember making.

touch me like nobody else does / like nobody cares to learn what secrets lie within / like no one will ever yearn to hear the whispers you search for.

love feels like: a vase of pink tulips / easing into a good book / a water balloon fight / the night before your favorite concert

I brush fingers with a dream so close to reality, but it slips away without fail every time, and the people I trust with my heart eat me alive.

Although matcha will forever remain in my heart, the shot of flavoring will vary depending on where I am in life, both literally and figuratively.