"I saw something in them, hoping to feel the same in return.
I gave my words not to hurt — yet ended up hurting myself.
They chose them, I chose they, and now I don’t know what to do.
I crave them as much as I wish to push them away.
They became both my heart and my wound.
In this process, I still long for what we were —
but maybe there never was a ‘we’ at all.
I think of those blessed to have them.
They were my armor, and my blood that burns.
Maybe, in this lifetime, I was never meant to have them."
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
"I saw something in them, hoping to feel the same in return.
I gave my words not to hurt — yet ended up hurting myself.
They chose them, I chose they, and now I don’t know what to do.
I crave them as much as I wish to push them away.
They became both my heart and my wound.
In this process, I still long for what we were —
but maybe there never was a ‘we’ at all.
I think of those blessed to have them.
They were my armor, and my blood that burns.
Maybe, in this lifetime, I was never meant to have them."
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