it still hurts.
your memory’s radioactive.
it’s no use thinking about
how much i lost
as the script of my life kept rolling.
you caught me as i fell,
i was searching for a way out,
and found you instead.
but reaching for you
only pulled me deeper down.
looking back is hard.
toxic dust i breathed in,
a chemical romance
that burned through my lungs,
your atmosphere seeping into everything.
maybe fate turned kinder
the moment i left.
what i might have become
is folded quiet,
neatly kept.
but it still stings.
not the loss — the time i can’t reclaim.
you weren’t a lesson.
you were a delay.
so take the version of me
you once believed.
i won’t ask fate for mercy,
nor beg time to rewind.
i’m done with your ghosts
that never tried.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
it still hurts.
your memory’s radioactive.
it’s no use thinking about
how much i lost
as the script of my life kept rolling.
you caught me as i fell,
i was searching for a way out,
and found you instead.
but reaching for you
only pulled me deeper down.
looking back is hard.
toxic dust i breathed in,
a chemical romance
that burned through my lungs,
your atmosphere seeping into everything.
maybe fate turned kinder
the moment i left.
what i might have become
is folded quiet,
neatly kept.
but it still stings.
not the loss — the time i can’t reclaim.
you weren’t a lesson.
you were a delay.
so take the version of me
you once believed.
i won’t ask fate for mercy,
nor beg time to rewind.
i’m done with your ghosts
that never tried.
this one’s about the grief of wasted time — not love. translated from hungarian.
June 17, 2025
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