Loved her in a language i know
Was not rewarding yet fulfilling
This feeling might be fleeting
Yet this fire still grow

As seasons changed
The flame didn't fade
It still continues to grow
Burns my whole life till i never know

Though this life have been scorched
Enveloped by the flames which i hold true
As this feeling soared
Hope that one day would not end in rue

i notice
every little thing
he does.

his hand on my waist
as he slips past.
fingers grazing skin
when we both lean
against the pole.
our eyes meet,
as i hand him
the word
he was reaching for.

the other day
he gave me a side-hug.
stroked my back,
slid to my arm,
and i forgot
how to breathe.

then i missed my bus,
so we could talk,
just a bit longer.
longer
than we should have.

when i finally left,
i melted into him
without thinking.

i felt horrified,
almost betrayed.
because next time
i might kiss him
if my mind can’t
hold the reins.

every thought of him
is a slip toward the rim,
and i’m falling.
with hands tied.
i’m falling in love with him.

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