Rem-Iseul Kim

For The edgy ones

Strange how beautiful every swoop and shape of your nose

Until you turn it up and away from me

Strange how we adore the curves in the road

Falling like ragdolls in love

Until it makes us nauseous

Strange is the pinch of an injection

and the numbness that follows

And strange is your lingering touch

and the love that unravels

Perfect is oil with water

Strange how inexplicably satisfying, is crying in the rain

Strange is water with water

Strange, if the stars are dead,

how do they make me feel so alive?

And if I’m a human,

how strange when loneliness becomes a friend

Afterall.