u/Radiant_Nothing_9642

Maybe in this life
we don’t get it right.

Maybe in this life the passion and fire I feel for you is enough to pass through time and into the next.

And if I’m lucky you’ll feel it too.

Maybe in the next life
You’ll find the love you crave in me
You won’t make the choices that broke you down and made you mean.

Maybe just maybe we’re cosmic and meant to be.

I don’t know how to feel so much and not be able to put you down if it’s not meant to be.

I want your passion and possession over me.
I don’t mean in a way that I can’t be free. I mean in a way that makes loving you make sense and for once everything will just be ok.

Maybe you won’t hate me for loving you this way.

Maybe I don’t get you in this life.
But maybe in the next life we can finally be.

You’ve always felt like a familiar soul to me,
I’ve loved you since I met you.
Drawn like a moth to a flame.

Maybe in another life we make it work and we just love eachother equally.

I love you so much, it drives me crazy, makes me mad. But it’s love regardless. Sometimes when I look into your ocean eyes, I can’t help but cry. I know it’s simple. But the thought of not being with you breaks my heart even though we’re still here. You’re one foot out the door I’m 2 steps in. It’s crazy this push and pull we’re in. It’s never been a secret that I love you more than you ever loved me. I never wanted to hurt you. I never did anything to lose you. You called me your ride or die once bc I follow you around and am just over the moon to do anything with you. I wish our love could be this simple and happy. I wish I made you happy. I wish I painted the moon and the stars for you like I wanted to. But that’s not how it works love. And you always say well I never asked you too. You never had to. It’s what I wanted to do, I wanted to give you a good love. A love you never had to question. But it’s not good enough for you. So I’m stuck between wanting more time and another day. Holding you and smelling you to soak you in as much as I can. Bc one day I will lose you. And like you said you’d block me and we’d never speak again. And that breaks me.. bc unfortunately I think a part of me will always wait for you. And hopefully if you do come back you’d want to hang the stairs and the moon for me too.

The tragedy is not that I don’t love you
The tragedy is that I do.

If there was nothing beautiful left of us.
I wouldn’t write these pages.

The tragedy is there are beautiful things.

The tragedy is not that that you hurt me.

The tragedy is that I still look for you when good things happen.

The tragedy is not that you don’t love me, it’s that i understand why.

I understand almost everything you tell me.

The tragedy is that understanding it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

The tragedy is how much I love you.

I think I know why you hate looking at me. I could be wrong about all of it, but maybe I’m right about some. I think you hate looking at the hurt you caused. I think you hate looking at the spark that no longer exists behind my eyes for you. I think you hate what you made me- trust me I hate it too. When I met you I had never been in love before, not real genuine love anyways. And I guess where I messed up is I was still young, still believed that if I loved you hard enough or deep enough that just meant you loved me like that too. I know now that’s not true. I don’t know how to trust anyone like I did you. So ignorantly and naive. But that is exactly what you took. You took the last part of my innocence that I wanted to keep.