My nervous system conceded the argument

by Beautiful Tragedy   Mar 6, 2026


The conversation was so natural we both forgot we were nervous.
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you need to be, I told myself-
and then I did it anyway.
Your hair curled just above your brow,
stubborn in the way that meant I could brush it back a hundred times and it would always return
to the same spot.
The smell of your soap collided naturally with my chamomile shampoo-
perfect in an almost insulting way.
“Come to a haunted house with me,” I said.
“I want to see how you handle my girly side.”
You chuckled softly,
the smile reaching your eyes as you joked,
“What if I act girly too?”
My body insisted the calm I felt with you
was a lie but-
your hand brushed mine as we laughed the night away and my nervous system conceded the argument.

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  • 58 minutes ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Beautiful Tragedy,

    Such a tender and authentic piece. The imagery is delicate yet powerful, the quiet laughter, the midnight thoughts, the subtle touch of a hand. And the ending line is simply stunning. It captures that moment when the heart finally silences the mind.

    Nominated

    Xoxo,
    Gel

    • 39 minutes ago

      by Beautiful Tragedy

      Thank you so much xoxoxo my whole heart was in this one