Time became distance. Soul mates we remain, only in memory. The ends of the world will be our years to come.
I had let time chew away the frayed ends of heartstrings. We were puppets succumbed to the very miseries of the world we used to curse.
You got what you wanted. I gave up what I didn’t want. It’s not the same thing.
I feel it cracking. I feel myself swirling. I’m suddenly afraid.
Why did I have to play the fool? Would it have hurt less if I hadn’t told him I loved him so? How do I stop myself from falling in the same trap, over and over again?
I have let time take you away. And now I cannot reach out and touch you. I can see you across the mirror, but my fingers touch only the cracked glass that reflects a broken me.
I was drawn to him because he is like me; simpler but fucked up just the same.
The universe won’t let you read me. You’d understand if you knew, wouldn’t you?