Mourned for my wantings, unbeknownst that it was what disrupted it
She never left room for me to risk losing anything,
Was I to take it as a win for myself? Because I just couldn't.
Grief only felt like love that had nowhere to go, with all this untreated longing.
I couldn't let my desires and hopes dictate my happenings,
In fear that with time, instead of progression, it might start withering,
Especially with a narrative full of why's and what-if's,
A wine-spill on the pages sounded good enough to change the plotting.
So I mustered up all the courage I had in me, to do the unknowing thing,
In the hopes of flicking the quill against the writing of fate,
But unsure, whether it was a worth-it risk or another coincidental mistake,
My fingers gliding on the screen, I finally let my impulses overtake.
Along the lyrics of my manifestation of her, to her pursuer,
"We've been together for a while now, and it's time you should leave her,"
Followed by all my hope-ridden evidence sent to him, with an unknown number,
That displayed the photos of her diary, with my name engraved like a forever.
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TogetHER On Pages Of HIStory
PoetryA verse novel that weaves through the woes and wonders of life and experiences - metaphoric to love. It redefines finality to the point that it becomes more like a beginning to second chances. Chase is determined to get her, despite knowing the imp...
