Try as hard as you will, in time you must accept that you cannot, by yourself, change the way of this world or the course of the wind.
She only loved her sheets
when they were shared with him
and the warmth from his body
existed on them;
& while the moon would rise,
and the sun would set,
she fell in love with him
all over again.
the memory of us
and increasingly ages
once the sun meets the moon…
pictures of us
and letters to each other
now only exist
as proof of a tragic
why do we let ourselves
hang on to the beauty of the rose
yet are bleeding from its thorn
her heart pounds in her chest
muffling the cries of heartache
and whispers of hope, feeling safe and secure
from the warmth of his eyes and the words that tumble so gently
down the pout of his lips.
yet hers shut tight,
lips glued with the lie
that’ll save her from falling,
and suppressed is the truth kept within
from her own sealed lips.
to the one that got away
she remembered how the tips of his fingers
would fiddle with the crest of her hand, and the nook of her knuckles,
and in a matter of seconds, slipped into the spaces between hers…
in a matter of days, between the same fingers that held his,
not only was it his hands, his tips or his knuckles,
but him as a whole, slipped away from her reach,
and no matter how much she grasped him in thin air, in far distance,
she never got him. he never came back. he was the one that simply
pictures of you
memory and in paper
as lovers more and less
are all torn up into scattered pieces of what was once
complete as a whole, and complete in the heart.
But now all you’ve become to me, in thoughts and in words,
in sight and in sound, and everything that was once familiar– is now
to the one i met at the very wrong time.
we created memories
that never happened
and had plans
we never spoke of,
and jokes that were never made
and kisses that were never given.
i loved him, and he really loved me,
but that only existed in a dream
because even if the universe took us in its hands,
time took us apart,
and ripped both of our hearts
selfishly and unknowingly.