Emptiness
The lack of your eyes, the lack of your touch, the lack of your scent, the lack of your taste, the lack of your whisper.
That is true emptiness. The fact we do not connect is irrelevant.
I miss
Looking into your eyes from a 10cm distance. Just lifting my head from a kiss, and watch them slowly opening, briefly glowing.
Maybe we weren't meant to be
Perhaps you will always be my parallel line forever, one step and an infinity away, and perhaps no one will even know me like you, after all we are the same.
But sometimes two people can have an undeniable connection, everything is common and still our paths don’t intersect, sometimes you love someone with every bit of your heart but they’re not yours to keep in the end and that is our tragedy.
That we are destined to know each other deeply, to be inextricably linked, to be infinitely close and infinitely out of reach, but perhaps it is possible.
However cruel fate may seen, to both someone and understand it was never meant to be.
No use
Writing at the void. I have submerged into my own void.
Deep in an ocean, just as high as the mountains that once were a route i should have not taken.
I recall it was already the day after. I could and should have stopped. I was driving away, I could have drove towards.
Would you have waken up in the middle of the night to welcome me?
Of course you would. And yet, I was utterly unpleasant by not being unpleasant.
Твої зелені очі
Так вони на мене дивляться
Так вони на мене дивляться
Це весь світ
Навколо – світло-зелене
Did not miss that many opportunities
Whenever we could come closer, we did. Seldom were we not overcoming hesitations.
But more importantly, I did miss out on a life.
And I miss you.
"The problem is, we look for someone to grow old together, while the secret is to find someone to stay a child with."
Thighs were shaking
My hand was steady. Your head was laying. My mouth was working. Your chest was pumping.
My soul was hanging.