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The echoes of betrayal carved deep, turning pain into madness, and leaving her lost in a world only she could see.
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Until My Last Breath
I did wish I could time travel. A lot of things I left behind, a lot of things I regret. Left some promises I thought I’d never walk out on. I did wish I wasn’t bound by it that I could always go back and fix things, be more present in my studies, or maybe be more patient in the hardest of times. Suddenly, time travel seems so unnecessary. Here I am, screaming out loud to the world: “I found her! No money or time could buy her out of me!” Truly, I feel complete. Your voice soothes me, your presence warms me, your smile moves me, your eyes bloom within me. Importantly, I don’t care about regrets anymore. I don’t care about my past mistakes anymore. I don’t care about what I should’ve or could’ve done anymore.
Endlessly, I have you with me, standing here beside me, holding my arms like we were meant to be. Eternally, I love you to the ends of the earth, until God sets upon the end of time, and until my last breath leaves me.
Time does not wait, but it always allows.
Our Final Stay
I always told myself that I am strong enough, strong enough to deal with those voices, telling me that I deserve to be lonely, telling me that I am nothing but a burden to my family.
I accepted it. I have made peace with it. I know that I will end in the grave with it, and I know that I am ready for it.
But here I am, still wondering if this is the right path, still wondering if anything can be done to fill the void in my heart. No matter how hard I try, the voices just keep piling up until they hit the sky.
Here I am, with loneliness I thought I was ready for, thought that I could get through its core, preaching it to others as if I understood it more.
Now I am conflicted. We all know that we will end up alone under, we all know that, in the end, we will have our own sufferings. But I’ve started to wonder:
Should I have opened up my heart to others? Maybe I should let someone fill its void before I go under. We all know that we will end up alone in the grave, but maybe we should fill our hearts before our final stay.
And maybe we should let them feel love before our final say.
Time does not wait, but it always allows.
After The Letter
Sorry I can't keep doing this any longer. It's too much for me to bear. The thought of it puts too much weight on my shoulders.
Sorry That feeling came back to haunt me. The fear of missing a text, The fear of saying something wrong, The fear of needing to always be perfect in your eyes, The fear of facing the truth: you were never mine, The fear of knowing you're just one more thing that i have to lose.
Sorry That was the last time we shared our time together. When I listened to your stories: About how dumb your boss was, About how I worried someone might come to hurt you, About your friends’ drama, About your dreams, About how easily I could fall in love with you all over again, About how tomorrow might be the day I finally do.
Sorry That was also the last time you listened to mine. Stories about how dumb I am, About my lovely but exhausting job, About my dreams, About my so-called “love life,” About how tomorrow I might still be in love with you.
Not sorry I'm not sorry for writing this down. I need to let you go. I know it sounds pathetic. Cowardly, Selfish. But whenever we share a moment, My heart keeps craving that fantasy where we end up together.
Not sorry Because this isn't healthy. I can’t force you, And I never wanted to. That’s not what love is. I just need to escape, from this feeling that refuses to accept what’s already been said.
You are not mine. And I’m not yours. Somehow, writing that line shattered me. But we both know it’s true. Sorry This will be the last time I let myself feel you. The last time I let you stay in my thoughts. The last time I let your memory make me ache. This will be my last poem for you… And to you.
It has been a long time since I wrote that letter, About my desire for us to be together. But it doesn’t even matter ‘Cause I won’t be here forever.
Tomorrow is a new day.
She's everything that I am not. No wonder you left me for her. Chose her over the years we have spent together, made so many memories together.
The Scenery of the Rain
Some things are just not meant to be, like the feelings I have for you and me. I miss the scenery of the rain when it would come. When it does, it would be my tears that are coming down.
Tomorrow is a new day.
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