I knew I would lose you
even before you got close.
I started missing you
when I saw you the first time.
When my mind was wishing I could be a part of your **** life,
I simoultaneously grieved the loss for the future
I knew we were never going to share.
...
Take a breath, you know he does not care.
Shift your priorities, he is not thinking of you.
Lose the pain, he does not feel that way.
Chin up, you were never the problem.
Except...those 15 minutes your bodies were entangled
and he wouldn't let you go,
your eyes and character got complimented and it felt...
like something real.
It looks like a nice finale, one of those movies where the happy ending is not granted, but things seem to end the right way (it makes you shade a tear).
Now the memories are fading and look
like they never happened,
that moment is crystallised in time but...
you stopped hearing from him.
Memories impalpable when you stopped hearing from him.
We have never been real, but I touched his body,
felt him breathing,
moaned for him,
kept him inside,
made him scream.
My favourite short-movie I reply over and over again,
losing another footage as time passes by and I don't hear a word,
or see no more of us in our futures.
And I knew since the beginning that tomorrow had ever been imagined,
yet I decided that short and tragically beautiful would be better than tragically nothing of you.
Thank you, my gift, for making me feel something again,
thank you, my gifted,
for showing your sheltered beauty through your shielding sorrow.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
I knew I would lose you
even before you got close.
I started missing you
when I saw you the first time.
When my mind was wishing I could be a part of your **** life,
I simoultaneously grieved the loss for the future
I knew we were never going to share.
...
Take a breath, you know he does not care.
Shift your priorities, he is not thinking of you.
Lose the pain, he does not feel that way.
Chin up, you were never the problem.
Except...those 15 minutes your bodies were entangled
and he wouldn't let you go,
your eyes and character got complimented and it felt...
like something real.
It looks like a nice finale, one of those movies where the happy ending is not granted, but things seem to end the right way (it makes you shade a tear).
Now the memories are fading and look
like they never happened,
that moment is crystallised in time but...
you stopped hearing from him.
Memories impalpable when you stopped hearing from him.
We have never been real, but I touched his body,
felt him breathing,
moaned for him,
kept him inside,
made him scream.
My favourite short-movie I reply over and over again,
losing another footage as time passes by and I don't hear a word,
or see no more of us in our futures.
And I knew since the beginning that tomorrow had ever been imagined,
yet I decided that short and tragically beautiful would be better than tragically nothing of you.
Thank you, my gift, for making me feel something again,
thank you, my gifted,
for showing your sheltered beauty through your shielding sorrow.