A short story about loving someone you were never meant to keep.
You were emptiness with sharpened blades.
You were plain, just like the sky,
until my heart saw through the darkness—
a soul chained and blamed for existing,
cut open
just to be watched bleed,
waiting to be kissed by death.
You were already pulling me in,
already under my skin,
and I knew exactly how this ends.
We became one.
You shined bright like the stars.
Your scars healed,
and I saw your smile.
You grew like a tree with scars.
I was the water that hugged you.
I stood from afar
just to stare,
watching how big you had become.
A dog had started to bite its owner.
The daughter had turned away from her father.
And I had become scared of your greatness,
because you would leave me
for someone better.
You had become the better half of me.
We could feel what each other felt.
A simple look at you,
and I already knew what you were thinking.
A single word out of your mouth,
and I already knew what you'd say.
Our love had become my biggest regret—
tearing me apart with words you wouldn't say,
letting you eat me alive
so you could smile again.
Giving you so much
that your smile became like a drug.
A moment washed away
whenever you disappeared.
Breaking me apart
whenever you came back to say
there was a problem.
Hurting me even more
when you left again.
All I ever wanted
was to have you as mine.
Through the darkness of the earth,
I wanted you around by my side,
even when the path was foggy.
But whatever it is
that keeps pulling you away from me,
let it win.
Better you disappear.
I know how it will end.
So I will love you more,
knowing we won't be forever.
Because sometimes,
loving someone
means accepting that you cannot keep them.
And this—
this is my way
of saying goodbye.
