Bitter Sweet

I’ll always look back on loving you. So much of the beauty was in the bad timing. So much in the impossibility. So much in the death of what could have been. It’s sitting next to you. Not being able to touch you. It’s looking at you. The unspoken belonging. It’s knowing you despite your mystery because we’re so alike it’s scary... but so different at times I laugh. You made a cynic fall, I fell hard. I’m not one to stick around but the moment I found you at my side I never left. I need to find a new story for myself, one that doesn’t hurt so much. Thank you for beating me at my own game.

Submitted May 01, 2019 at 08:51AM

I’ll always look back on loving you. So much of the beauty was in the bad timing. So much in the impossibility. So much in the death of what could have been. It’s sitting next to you. Not being able to touch you. It’s looking at you. The unspoken belonging. It’s knowing you despite your mystery because we’re so alike it’s scary... but so different at times I laugh. You made a cynic fall, I fell hard. I’m not one to stick around but the moment I found you at my side I never left. I need to find a new story for myself, one that doesn’t hurt so much. Thank you for beating me at my own game.