i load into the world, ready to
do as the title of the game says: mine and craft,
he joins. dread mixed with love ensues

time goes by, we level up,
wood to stone, stone to iron
making a plan for our little abode

with cows, sheep, and 2 cats,
just as i begin to fantasise,
he leaves the game

the chatbox rings out
Achievement get: DIAMONDS!
and it was all in vain

He’s seen them
Once
Twice
Or maybe more

He saw how it requires one to love each the two of them
He saw how it breaks him when he saw them get together
He saw himself in the mirror
And how he wishes that they could love him too

Then comes one day
A drench summer afternoon
Under the seeping umbrella
They finally saw him

They finally talked
Not what he hoped they talked about
But they talked about the possibilities
They talked about the needs
They talked about how convenient it’d be
for them

And yes
Obviously
It’s true
He accepts them
They accept him
Right, that easily

But at what cost?

That’s right
At the cost of his feelings

And how the warmth of their body clings to him each night
How the coldness hits the side of the bed once they leave
How the happiness comes every time they go on dates
How the loneliness never leaves even when they’re next to each other
How is it possible, though?

That’s probably the question he asks everyday
How could they do this to him?
Is he not enough?
Is he that replaceable?
…
Then comes one night
They sat under the moonlight
And this time,
He finally says the truth

The truth that he’s hurting
The truth that he’s burning
The truth that he’s suffering
The truth that he never wants to be just a spare
The truth that he wants them
He wants them to be his
He wants himself to be theirs
And as complicated as it’d be
They can’t.
They simply can’t

s.
   s o n o r a ,
n.
   n o t  r i g h t  n o w
a.
   a m  b u s y ,  c a n ' t  t a l k                  
p.
  please don't leave
d.
  d o n ' t  g e t  a t t a c h e d  s o  f a s t
r.
  rare is true attraction and rare is reciprocation. how quick you are to dismiss it
a.
  am I to go on with my life as if you are not a steadying force? you will let me stumble
g.
  g u e s s  ******>.
.
.
n.
  now is the end? love is irrational but you don't understand

I loved a star that never knew my name,
a silent flame,
fixed in the wreck of night.
Her stillness fooled me
into believing she sang.

She blinked once
in some long-dead century,
and I’ve lived ever since
by ghost light.

They say she's gone,
burned out or broken,
but I keep whispering psalms
to her afterglow,
drinking to the shape she made
in my sky.

I don't need the truth,
just the dream
of her burning.

Like something that waited for me,
not knowing I was too late
the moment I began.