she belongs in an art museum.
she can only be looked at, never touched.
she cant be touched. doesn’t mean I don’t want too.
she wasn’t mine. it was only my turn.
she still has my heart, although I don’t have hers.
she still has my love, although I don’t have hers.
she. what this story is rallied around.
she, was the one who helped me.
she saved me.
she broke me.
shes all I want to fix me.
she doesn’t know how bad I’m hurting.
her forever wasn’t a lie, her forever just wasn’t for me.
her forever wasn’t a lie, her forever was manipulated.
her forever was tainted. her forever was cursed. her forever was perfect. her forever was where I wanted to be. her forever was where I needed to be. her forever is where I am going to forever want to be.
Perhaps, her forever was her. How badly I craved her, needed her, envied anyone who was near her. All I wanted to do was be with her, near her, love her. All I wanted was her.
Now in all of the ways I crave her, the simplicity of her “friendship” is what keeps me going.
The simplicity of her words, weakened conversation, forced joked, all makes me realize that I’m still in love with her.
My love, it’s unlike any other. It’s unrequited. Unrealistic. it’s just.
The pain makes me happy, cause I know she’s the one who can make it all better. I’m not saying that this is going to last forever, I’m saying. This is temporary.
With it all being so “temporary” anything can happen.
With it all being so “temporary”, I’ll wait.
With it all being so “temporary”, I hope this will be.