We Were A Walking Tragedy

Words and words, and well placed words.

Thought Catalog

 Alicia Soltani
Alicia Soltani

We were a walking tragedy,
beautiful and completely insane in the way we professed our absolutes.
This dramatic “hold me forever” kind of sentiment.
The shit I always said I didn’t like,
But with you,
I was high and blurry-eyed,
so in love with the haze and romance of a disaster waiting to happen.
We liked getting drunk on whisky and poetry.
We drove for miles to find views of the city and places to speak candidly.
We were living journals, writing our secrets with fingernails and lips.
I would recite Pablo Neruda, and you traced my collarbone.
Honey-dew words and plans of San Francisco,
This artistic power couple,
coupled off in a corner of a coffee shop in Hollywood.

We were just lost kids,
hoping our bodies would become the compass.
We gained no direction,
only circled the same spot again and again.

I would recite

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Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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