You never realized how frustrating it was, to be left aside.
All those times you deserted me
treading me for a fantasy of yours,
while you were sitting next to my window.
I begged you to take my love
but you didn’t want it,
you said you didn’t want to own something
you weren’t in need of,
like an old toy you keep in your closet but never use.
I begged you to take my body
but you didn’t want it
you said you didn’t want to settle for one body
when you already had many.
You looked up at the sky
As if you were searching
for something better than me.
But even the stars weren’t enough
to make this night a little bit less dark,
or your life, a lighter burden to bear.
You started searching for the moon, in vain.
I felt you slipping through my hands
so I offered you to take whatever you wanted.
whatever you needed.
Even my heart.
And when you were about to accept,
you saw the moonlight
entering through my window
as I saw my hopes
reduced to ashes.
And now, I sit next to my window every night,
mourning your absence
the same way the moon mourns the sun’s.
Isn’t it odd to miss something you never owned ?
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
You never realized how frustrating it was, to be left aside.
All those times you deserted me
treading me for a fantasy of yours,
while you were sitting next to my window.
I begged you to take my love
but you didn’t want it,
you said you didn’t want to own something
you weren’t in need of,
like an old toy you keep in your closet but never use.
I begged you to take my body
but you didn’t want it
you said you didn’t want to settle for one body
when you already had many.
You looked up at the sky
As if you were searching
for something better than me.
But even the stars weren’t enough
to make this night a little bit less dark,
or your life, a lighter burden to bear.
You started searching for the moon, in vain.
I felt you slipping through my hands
so I offered you to take whatever you wanted.
whatever you needed.
Even my heart.
And when you were about to accept,
you saw the moonlight
entering through my window
as I saw my hopes
reduced to ashes.
And now, I sit next to my window every night,
mourning your absence
the same way the moon mourns the sun’s.
Isn’t it odd to miss something you never owned ?
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