Imagine love like a warm, crunchy biscuit
a bright red cherry at the center.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Now crush that biscuit; watch it crumble.
The cherry stains your hands.
That, my dear, is love.
You still like the idea of it?
It’s not forever.
Stop being a fool. Stop living in that fantasy world.
No one will die for you they’ll choose themselves instead.
Be realistic. Throw away “forever.”
One day you’ll find comfort in your own solitude.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years.
You’ll look back and the pain will loosen its grip on you.
You vowed to fight didn't you but you lost or did you ran away when the attacks were too hard.
Don’t swallow sugar-coated lies.
They taste sweet and mean bitter things.
Slap yourself out of it. Face the truth.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
So there I sit, in the dark, empty hallway.
And there he is, wearing a long black coat.
The gap closes and so does my airway.
He’s still there.
He always will be.
I close my eyes, but all I see is darkness.
I open them.
He is gone.
He was never there.
A cold breath brushes my shoulder.
“I’m here,” he whispers gently into my ear.
I couldn’t escape.
Maybe this was always meant to find me
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC