I took his heart,
caressed it.
His eyes burned,
passionate.
Breath shaky,
absolutely panicked,
Completely at his worst.
I watched him,
and comforted.
Till his soul gained colour,
and I still desired him.
In sickness, and in health.
I wasn't his lawfully wedded.
Hell, I wasn't even his to begin.
His heart was tainted by another,
mine was tainted by him.
She would leave in an instant,
I would stay until he wouldn't.
His soul wasn't mine to take,
nor to damage.
His lips weren't mine to kiss,
and I wasn't the reason,
and would never be why,
his heart skipped a beat.
I put my hand over his,
for a second, I forget.
This wasn't romantic at all,
but just something to occupy the fall.
I find myself entranced,
with the feeling of his hand,
It was comforting, but also
a reminder of what I could never have.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
I took his heart,
caressed it.
His eyes burned,
passionate.
Breath shaky,
absolutely panicked,
Completely at his worst.
I watched him,
and comforted.
Till his soul gained colour,
and I still desired him.
In sickness, and in health.
I wasn't his lawfully wedded.
Hell, I wasn't even his to begin.
His heart was tainted by another,
mine was tainted by him.
She would leave in an instant,
I would stay until he wouldn't.
His soul wasn't mine to take,
nor to damage.
His lips weren't mine to kiss,
and I wasn't the reason,
and would never be why,
his heart skipped a beat.
I put my hand over his,
for a second, I forget.
This wasn't romantic at all,
but just something to occupy the fall.
I find myself entranced,
with the feeling of his hand,
It was comforting, but also
a reminder of what I could never have.
I tried writing something relatable to "doomed romance", and I'm not sure if I quite got the gist of it, simply because love is an abstract feeling. It's the only feeling everyone feels and acts upon differently, so in truth, it's impossible to write about unless you're referring to a personal or previous experience.
