"You would stay, promise?"
Our red strings of fate brought us this.
Unlike what the love tales has told
And the romance of every poems
Love is not enough
Not when "we, together" is like a ticking bomb
We only ever hurt each other
Every little highs is the same intensity of every biggest of lows
One laugh, is equal to months of nightly agonies
One smile, is years of loathing the smile in my face in the mirror that I see
One hug, to hours I was left behind when I needed you
One day you were here, but now, I was more alone than ever
Why are we here? Why did it have to be this way?
Why do you have to make me smile
For you to just bring me to tears one day?
Why did we have to be entangled with these strings,
When all this will only end up in nightly scheduled grief?
Why did you make me believe
that love did exist?
With these bleeding strings that are tangled with our hands,
Our faces, our bodies, our souls and our whole being,
With these strings that slowly cuts through our skin--piercing our soul in a realization that "we" just cannot be,
With the once gentle strings that led us to each other,
but has now become an evidence of every pain--enough to prove that we cannot be together,
Can't you just let me be?
Can't I just let you go?
Can't we just cut these strings?
And not be hurt anymore?
08-31-24
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Writer's Note:
The strings are red because of the blood we bled.
