I hold my breath
as the two people lean in.
Can I have that?
Moments slow,
their lips pursed,
waiting for love to take over.
I want it.
It seems nice.
The lovers fight.
They make up.
I couldn't do that.
Love is unconditional.
Forgiving.
I am destined to be alone.
A happy ending
ends the fantasy.
I don't deserve that kind of love.
Their love lives on in our minds.
And that is where my soulmate resides.
They are enough together.
I am enough alone.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
