Dear Ultimatum
We always knew this day would come.
That one day it would be over.
That we would be over.
But still we held out for a miracle.
Or maybe I did.
But no, we did.
We held on to this like our bodies were intertwined from the chest, claiming it wasn't our hearts.
We thought it was our heads.
Our emotions filling up rooms that everyone else left.
Filling spaces.
Filling time.
Between our thighs.
Holding onto our sex... No.
Our beds.
No.
Our hearts.
Holding onto our love.
We were too selfish.
No, they call it too young
.
Too broken.
But nothing felt broken when I was with you.
Still nothing feels broken when I'm with you.
But I'm not.
It's all lies.
We can do this.
But no, we cant.
You had more time, I had more heart.
No.
You had more heart I had more time.
When you took yours away, somehow you took mine.
My heart was never the issue.
It was my mind.
I do comprehend that certain things they need to end... But things weren't us because we weren't a thing.
We were privilege.
They couldn't see but we could feel.
And somehow now it's reversed but still feels like you're here. Between my thighs.
On my neck.
In my life.
In my fucking head.
And you.....
....you can escape because you've learnt
.... but me.
No.
I've never been this burnt.
I've never been this... Hurt.
You managed to bypass all my security and insecurities to make yourself secure in my surety. But bonds. No bones.
No lines.
No things.
They are meant to be broken.
They are meant to be bent.
I just don't believe that this is all it took for us to be barely "just friends".
And if I could go back to the day I met you, I wouldn't have just stayed home.
I would've told you to stay and make a home out of me.
And you would've left but I wouldn't feel like this. No. I wouldn't think like this.
The feelings are normal - or so I'm told but what could possibly be normal about this. You there. Me here.
What happened to the empire? What happened to our world?
Plans. No, lies. No, plans that were lies. But no plans that were plans before the were lies.
What ever we call them.
Can we have them back?
Can we just be humans that do things.
Can I have some normal back.
Why did you wreck my normal?
Why did you ruin my mind?















