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588 · Apr 2018
Cling
Kyler Apr 2018
People are dark and so am I.
I try to fight the darkness with light.
But it’s hard because people are dark.
It seems pointless to fight the darkness all day when I know I will only be engulfed by it at night.
But still, I cling to the little shards of light I do find.
I cling for dear life.
571 · Apr 2018
Recently
Kyler Apr 2018
Recently, I became the luckiest boy in the world.
That’s because, recently, the prettiest girl in the world took me back.
Because, a while ago, I told the prettiest girl in the world I didn’t love her anymore.
But all that changed, recently.

Recently, we’ve been growing close.
Spending time together, as a boy and a girl.
We really have been enjoying each other, recently.

Recently, I have felt something inside of me.
Something powerful and consuming.
Recently, this thing has started to grow.
And recently, I found out what it was.

It is love that I had never felt before.
Love unlike the first love I had for the world’s prettiest girl or any other girl I’ve ever known.

But recently, the most beautiful girl in the world stopped making me feel like the luckiest boy in the world.
We still talk, smile, and laugh.
But as of recently, things have changed.

As this powerful thing in my body has continued to grow, there has been an absence of anything in her body.
An absence in her mind, and worst of all, her heart.

So recently, I asked her why something that was ready to burst inside of me was nowhere to be found in her.
She didn’t know. She was scared. I was scared.
So finally, my thing burst. She held her breath as it washed over her.

Recently, I’ve been thinking.
This thing we call love is a fickle thing.
Sometimes it is so easy to explain and feel and understand.
Sometimes, it escapes description.

Recently, my thing has been escaping description and comprehension.
I don’t know what to do with a thing that needs another thing to feel complete, but the other thing is missing. Unrequited.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
But that’s just of recently.

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