"If you love me," he said. "You would stay."
I shook my head. I could scarcely look at him anymore; I broke my own heart every time I did. "I love you more than anything," I replied. "And that is why I have to leave."
"I don't understand. "
"I don't want you to," I answered. And I didn't. I didn't want him to understand the feeling of complete hopelessness that rose in my chest when I looked at him and realized I would never, not in ten lifetimes, be the right person to love him.
Maybe, in ten lifetimes, my soul would no longer long for his.
But I doubted it. Fate wouldn't be so kind.
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Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
