[22] BE MY OMEGA, I WILL BE YOUR ALPHA
"I feel like I'm dying," she said. "There are many things now that I wish I've trapped in a memory box before everything else happened. Because that's what this is all about. There's nothing permanent in this fucked up world. There's only the you and me now and tomorrow, it can change to you and her and me and him. It doesn't matter. I want the you and me now and I don't want to let it slip away. I want the you and me before but we both know we've changed too much to still be standing in the same place from where we met. I forgot to trap them, so I'm trying to put back the missing pieces, trailing behind the footsteps we've made from yesterday. And I think, that's the point. I'm dying all over again, living the life I've failed to preserve. I'm dying because I'm coming back to an alpha with an omega, and I'm racing again towards the finish line. I forgot trapping the you and me before, and now I'm dying all over just to trap them again."
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Witherland
PoetryAgain: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]
