To the one that I lost,
Tonight I watched a meteor shower with a boy. He was a very nice boy- more than nice, he was charming and funny and kind, and we ran barefoot under the stars to dance to our favourite song at the party, and he lent me his blue velvet jacket and pulled me up onto the wall to sit with him. And we watched the shooting stars, and he held my hand and turned his head, and we kissed. And it was a very nice kiss. And that’s why I hated you right at that moment. Continue reading “To the one I lost.”
You don’t see how wide his smile when he gets to finally meets you. You don’t see how often he prays to God that he would be able to see you today. You don’t see how lonely he gets when he plays with his toys in your empty house. You don’t see how disappointed he gets when you don’t attend the school play where he fought for the part of the prince because he wanted to impress you. You don’t see how hard he’s trying to stay positive despite your absence. You don’t see him crying as he convinces himself that you still love him.
You don’t see how that innocent young boy changed into something so broken. You’ll never know the boy who used to be someone full of hope and love. The boy who had unconditional love for you. Someone who loved you more than life itself.
You’ll never know.
“I don’t know.
If being in love only made people feel more lonely,
why would everyone want it so much?”
“Because of the illusion. You fall in love,
it’s intoxicating and for a little while,
you actually Continue reading “The illusion of love.”
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
The room was sealed
The air was heavy
I could feel the moisture in my breath
But I couldn’t feel myself breathing.
Summer was lonely Continue reading “Summer.”
It kills me to let go. But it’s hurting me to hold on to something that’s not here anymore.
It hurts me thinking about where we used to be.
Things have Continue reading “What we used to be.”
People are too kind. They let sympathy make decisions for them, but no one wants a stranger’s pity. Continue reading “Harsh.”