Once, you bloomed with reckless grace,
soft petals blushing in love’s embrace.
The wind would sigh your fragrant name,
as morning light adorned your frame.

Held in hands that trembled sweet,
pressed to lips where longing meets.
A whispered promise, a fleeting vow,
yet time has traced you different now.

Your crimson fades, your petals fall,
but love once touched you—that is all.
For though you wilt in golden dusk,
you lived, you loved, and that’s enough.

Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently.

She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand.

Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go.

A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air:
"Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."

you and me
exist
in another world
where we whisper the evenings away
and sleep softly through summer mornings
where i drink your sweet mouth
and you the smoothness of my skin
where our thoughts and words are colored by a delicate mist
our time measured by gentle heartbeats and soft breaths
our love exists
suspended
in another world

Now I am nothing.


Why can’t you see that I am love?
Look into my eyes and you will see the two of us,
Locked in each other, earning each other’s trust.
Lost in love and feeling loved up.


All those times you said that I could never be the one,
For you to be happy with for all time, left me broken.
I am now nothing without you my love;
Each promise we made to each other, should never have been spoken.


Now I am nothing.  I am the boy condemned.
I am everything you never wanted, so this is our end.
Lost is our love upon the seas of despair.
We were never really together, just close.  You were always there.


Condemned to live in Hell eternally,
Because without your love, I am lost and gone.
Without your love I am lost endlessly;
Come back to me, because without you I am none.


A non-entity, living a non-existence;
A nothing, a no-one, a waste of a life.
Now we are no more, we are not even a pretense;
Now I shall leave here, but not one tear will I cry.


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