Unlike others, I loved Mondays,
and hated weekends, because of you.
Our eyes will meet for the last time,
and then, only then, will I say goodbye.
My chest tightens at the feeling,
my lashes as heavy as mountains,
I'll never get to tell you anything,
I'll never get to know anything.
You'll never know the warmth
that your soul gave to me,
the comfort from sincerity,
and the platonic, almost romantic love.
I never formed those three heavy words,
one's so simple, and yet so meaningful.
I never got to speak,
how you make colours so much brighter,
and the weight of the world so much lighter.
Our looks spoke paragraphs,
our laughter cured sorrow,
our dynamic merged beautifully.
I still refused to tell you however,
because I won't ever say it,
not now, not ever.
In the future, I'll see you,
not in a suit, but casual,
buying milk from a store,
and asking about my day.
It won't be anything the same,
and my soul will feel unclaimed.
We'll laugh, cry and drift together,
but nothing is said.
Not now, not ever.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
Unlike others, I loved Mondays,
and hated weekends, because of you.
Our eyes will meet for the last time,
and then, only then, will I say goodbye.
My chest tightens at the feeling,
my lashes as heavy as mountains,
I'll never get to tell you anything,
I'll never get to know anything.
You'll never know the warmth
that your soul gave to me,
the comfort from sincerity,
and the platonic, almost romantic love.
I never formed those three heavy words,
one's so simple, and yet so meaningful.
I never got to speak,
how you make colours so much brighter,
and the weight of the world so much lighter.
Our looks spoke paragraphs,
our laughter cured sorrow,
our dynamic merged beautifully.
I still refused to tell you however,
because I won't ever say it,
not now, not ever.
In the future, I'll see you,
not in a suit, but casual,
buying milk from a store,
and asking about my day.
It won't be anything the same,
and my soul will feel unclaimed.
We'll laugh, cry and drift together,
but nothing is said.
Not now, not ever.
Based on my graduation a few days ago.. I feel so bittersweet about it, on one hand I made it - I survived. But on the other hand, I'm going to miss so many things, I left with no regrets, except the regret of not telling him how I feel.
