You asked me if I was ready for this love and I was.
I was ready in the way the sky is ready for dawn,
certain it would come, certain it would stay.
What I wasn't ready for
was the quiet after,
the way something so alive
could simply... stop breathing.
I never imagined an ending,
never rehearsed goodbye in my head
I held on like endings were myths,
like love, once spoken, was permanent.
Maybe that was my mistake-
not loving you,
but believing that love alone
could keep you from leaving.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
Maybe we'll meet again someday,
in a place that doesn't remember us,
and for a second,
I will.
You'll smile
like nothing ever happened
and I'll smile back
like i didn't carry it for years.
But I won't be 17 again,
and I won't look at you
like you are everything.
That version of me only existed
when i still believed we wouldn't end.
And I think that's what hurts most,
not losing you,
but knowing
even if I find you again,
I'll never love you
like that again.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
Every path ends with you, even the paths i carved to forget you.
We became strangers with memories, hearts which were once held by each other.
Once really close, but now worlds apart.
Our love which was once true and dreamy faded away like a dying star.
Where once was a lock- tight, intimate, and eternal,
there is now only the cold avoidance of light.
A surrendered gaze.
Even if i brought the stars down our love could never work out again.
but there is a small flicker of hope deep in my heart that we could make this work.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
Icy flakes waver through the breeze
and waltzing along each other
The sight of children giggling and goofing
around the streets is straight out of the art
At this time of the year, the happiness is contagious
But God why am I immune
The trees breathe refreshingly with letting
go of all it carried
Lays atop the shelves are the swords that
till date only parried
At this time of the year, the peace and harmony returned
But God why isn't the relief reaching out to me
The clothing and lifestyle of winter gladly
makes people warm
Even the ground and soil sheltered under the snow rests
careless of any harm
At this time of the year, The heart's unease drops with
the temperature
But God Why only my heart deviates from normality
Oh well now I get it
Unlike now, once this coldest season brought my heart joy
But then God, you had her beside me
And now I can only dream in despair about the word 'we'
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC