#doomedlovers
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