we were a story cut short
an unfinished book left hanging
in the air of what-couldve-been

like a book missing its final pages
our tale remained incomplete
denying an ending and closure
that might have further unravelled
the promising journey between us

I'd embrace every facet of your being;
from your thorns to your petals,
through the storms and the calms.

I'd embrace you in entirety;
for all that you are,
and through all circumstances.

Though this love may be ephemeral,
in the strokes of my pen, it's eternal.

‪Darling, ‬
‪I'm a stormy ocean with raging tides.‬

‪So ride my madness or sink yourself down.‬

‪Maybe tonight,
I'll still write pieces about you for the last time.
About anything that I shall convey
to mark my final goodbye for you,
to close the last chapter
of the journey we'd gone through.‬

‪And maybe tomorrow,
I'll write about someone else for the first time.
About anything that I shall convey
to mark my beginning without you,
to start the new chapter
of the journey I'll go through.‬

it's already written in the sky
‪that our stars would intertwine‬,
‪and bind together in a spark,‬
‪creating galaxies of our own‬

"well you know what they say,
she fell first but he fell harder," he said.

"nope," she objected.

"both fell hard for one another."

Your tears are of deep emotions
that never came to verbalization.

Perhaps,
our stars are just destined to meet
but never meant to collide