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@secret-obsession
Please tell me I’m not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
You can’t start a new chapter in your life, if you keep rereading the last one.
In english we say: “maybe we weren’t meant to be”,
but in poetry we say: “Perhaps you will always be my parallel line, forever one step and an infinity away and perhaps no one will ever know me like you.
After all we are the same, but sometimes two people can have an undeniable connection, everything in common and still our paths don’t intersect.
Sometimes you love someone with every bit of your heart, but they’re not yours to keep in the end and that is our tragedy, that we are destined to know each other deeply, to be inextricably linked, to be infinitely close and infinitely out of reach.
But perhaps it is possible, however cruel fate may seem, to both love someone and understand it was never meant to be”.
I’m dying of love, it’s okay.
- Porcupine Tree, Trains
I went down a million stairs, at least, arm in arm with you.
And now that you are not here, I feel emptiness at each step.
Our long journey was brief, though.
Mine still lasts, but I don't need any more connections, reservations, traps, humiliation of those who think reality is what we are used to see.
I went down millions of stairs, at least, arm in arm with you,
and not because with four eyes we see better that with two.
With you I went downstairs because I knew, among the two of us, the only real eyes, although very blurred, belonged to you.
- Eugenio Montale
Fifteen minutes with you, oh i wouldn’t say no.
People see no worth in you, oh but I do.
- The Smiths, Reel Around the Fountain
remember:
the way you met them will be the way that they leave you, if they do.
Pay attention to the syllogism: does a person that gets away love you?
That’s rhetorical.
If a person that doesn’t love you gets away, what’s the loss?
People get trapped in making an unconscious mistake.
They grow fond of the imagination of the beautiful life that they could have had.
Exactly, that they could have had.
We were in that small café
with the wind caressing our cheeks.
Lost in thought, I turned around.
You were a looking at me, better yet, you were looking up to me as someone does with uncommon things.
I started looking at your sweet smile through my glasses.
I gradually saw your soul getting closer and tightening mine.
Everything was perfect, your eyes in mine and my heart in yours.
In that exact moment I started feeling the Love flowing in my veins,
but my smile said otherwise.
Love By Rafa G. Arroyo
wat een twist u bent geweest.
“how are you?” you ask.
how do i tell you that my heart aches every time i think of you?
how do i tell you that i cry myself to sleep every night, remembering you, knowing you’re not mine anymore?
how do i tell you that i’ve torn myself apart every day, trying to figure out what went wrong? trying to figure out what i did?
how do i tell you that i would walk blindly through hell and back to be by your side?
how do i tell you that even though you shattered my heart into a million and two pieces, i can’t stop loving you with every single broken one of them?
how do i tell you that you are the only person i’ve ever loved, and maybe the only person i will ever love?
i can’t- that’s the truth. i can’t tell you any of that.
so how am i?
“i’m fine,” i smile tightly. you don’t ask me to elaborate.
-i can’t tell you the truth. i never could. c.r.