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ENDGAME.ENDGAME.END FUCKING GAME.
Maybe
Maybe we met too young. Maybe at that time, we didn’t know how to love each other right. Do you think if we met years from now, we would be right for each other? If five years from now, you decide that you miss me, there’s a strong chance I’d take you back.
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what i recall is a thought
which isn’t what it was—and now it dissipates inside your black hole—
that is no secret, i look for you
when you aren’t there; soil doesn’t carp—when rains bring landslide,
it covers all—like you bury me in your razzmatazz—handkerchief poignancy;
my words are bland without your syrup—by a sheesham tree,
you fall in beloved’s garden, kite with severed thread; the cup that touches
your lips—carries rosewater and wine—your lips are fire, when they touch mine,
in your nightshade heart—
there is both creation with ruin—and each relationship is a cult,
a pact to acquire infinity.
I always told myself i deserved you,
yet I never once stopped to ask myself
did you deserve me?
I dont know what we were. We fell between being lovers and bestfriends, we talked daily and counted on each other every day. People use to call us bestfriends but the truth is that it was more than that, you knew that, as did i…for we looked at each other a little too long to be just ‘friends’. Our long desperate stares screamed that we were lovers but our conversations agrued we were bestfriends. It was complicated. You had him, and you loved him, and all i had was you, but you loved me anyways. Then time went on and we grew apart. I got tired of waiting for someone I realized would never choose me. As more time passed by i found someone else, someone who gave me the world. Someone who gave me everything i needed and wanted and valued me as much as i did them. However as days go by i catch myself thinking of you, but not in the way that lovers do. I have grown to realize I miss you, I miss our friendship, because even though you hurt me, you were the best friend that I ever had and it will always feel like a part of me is missing because of that.
-a letter to the girl i used to love