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My love for you burned for so long those embers set fire to my heart.

We never followed our hearts, maybe they could have brought us together. But as the years passed we were always close but never together, not really. You went off to follow your dreams, I never followed I always stayed. You always came back, but as our time is fading, this feels final, like this is the end. That we wont get this chance ever again. I never took that chance with you, but heres the thing I’ve still got time before you walk out that door and leave me. So if this is my last chance to love you, give me a sign, let me know that you feel something too because I don’t know if I can’t live with us being unfinished or a possibility that we could have always been more if only we had listened to our hearts. 

-my love for you burned for so long those embers set fire to my heart.//t.c

 

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Maybe I was never meant to fall in love

if it was a dream,

let me remember her

and the way we were

before i wake,

before reality sets in.

I can feel the ache in my chest,

my heart feels heavy.

it all felt so real.

to have a fate so cruel,

to never have known love,

always guarding your heart

to never let anyone in.

For a life without love

my heart feels empty.

so i beg

let me keep that safe,

that feeling.

just let me keep that memory of her,

just that one,

before i wake from this hopeless dream

before this fades,

before i forget

her love.

– maybe i was never meant to fall in love.//t.c

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Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.

You became one of those old Greek tragedies in the way you carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. You could see the pain in your eyes, those tired eyes just begging for peace after years of war. History was never kind to those who had tragedy in their blood, my darling. I’m so sorry you never wanted to be their hero, you did not deserve this.

– Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.//t.c

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All writers know how to bleed

There was a time and a place in which I never knew you.

It was simpler then, you were a dream,

a fantasy,

a distant memory in this writers heart.

I can’t go back to the time where I never knew you.

I can’t live in a world where you don’t love me.

But you don’t and that’s the world I’m in.

Things changed,

we moved on.

And I can’t live in this story forever.

I wish this was easy,

that stories like us, like this were just tragedies that you would read,

that they weren’t real life.

But this was our story. You left me,

broken and bleeding,

quite tragic really.

– all writers know how to bleed.//t.c

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There has to be darkness before the dawn

The story becomes lighter after dawn.

It’s a new day, the final chapter of the story. The hero saves himself in time for the final act, to rescue the princess, save his kingdom. In this fairytale the hero defeats the villain in the final fight, there’s no bloodshed. Everything becomes still, there’s a silence that washes over the land.

The hero has won, but at what cost. His humanity never wavering, it was all to save his beloved, or was it to save himself?

– there has to be darkness before the dawn//t.c

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Darling I love you. I always will but history was not kind to us.

Let me tell you the story of a boy who loved a girl, of how he loved her and how she loved him more than anything, but the gods, history and the universe did not adore them like they loved each other. Promise me one day we will meet again, that this isn’t the end, that this won’t ruin us and be our undoing I asked. As she kissed me we swore to the gods that they wouldn’t break us, that in the history books we would be remembered as the star crossed lovers without the tragedy. But our story wasn’t a happy one just like the fates predicted; our love was beautiful and tragic all at once. I handed her my once beating heart which I handed to her willingly, she was my life. Take care of that my love I told her for I wouldn’t need it. That in this story I would not let her become a tragedy. But history did not care for star crossed lovers. We knew happiness, we were just not lucky. Tragedy ran though our blood deep into the soul.

–Darling I love you. I always will but history was not kind to us.//t.c

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maybe. just maybe

Maybe someday we can rewrite our story. Maybe in that story we don’t hurt each other, like we did in this one. Maybe we are just in love and happy the way it should be.

Or maybe not.

Maybe we just have to move on. Maybe someday we will just become a memory that happened long ago. Maybe we won’t remember the time that we had or the love that we shared. Maybe I will forget your smile, your lips and the person I was so in love with. Maybe somewhere I deserve you and you deserve me, and we get the ending that we should have. We just met in the wrong universe. That’s all. I have to believe that, that maybe someday we will meet again when the timing is right and there is nothing holding us back.

-maybe. just maybe.//t.c

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i’m not the same person i was back then.

One day I will look back on these old pages filled with our memories and smile because I had you, if it was only for a moment, you were with me.

Those pages where all I had left of us, I know I’m not the same person who loved you then, but I’m glad that person loved you with all their heart. You used to mean the world to them, you were the only thing they could ever write about.

You never faded from their heart, but you’re not at the centre anymore.

I can finally say, my love you do not have my heart anymore.

It’s mine.

– i’m not the same person i was back then | letters of a lost love//t.c

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but i guess somethings are better left unsaid, but you were everything to me then.

There are unfinished stories lying in my room, they were our stories. Old pages just dying there, red ink seeping off the faded parchment, words, memories, history. Just disappearing. We were lost. Some stories never written, it was too hard. It hurt too much. Things I never got to say, written down. Letters I never sent. Answers I would never get. We fade with time, from words from forgotten memories we’d rather forget than keep. Those words I could never forget scared into my memory, ‘I would write about you, about us’. Somehow time forgot, we were lost in decaying pages. In the years to come I would remember us, how we were in the books I would write. The tragedy that we were. The tale that would become us.

I always knew I would write our story, but I never thought it would be so difficult to write down, the memories we had, the kisses we shared, the love we had. The lies we told, the promises we could never keep. The hearts that would soon be broken and the one that would never beat again. Our story was never an easy one; it was rushed, messy and too painful. I put myself through hell for you. I wrote the story I think we could have had, if our timing was different. Maybe in another universe, we end up together. Maybe in another life we were not just stories written among pages of lost love and tragic ends.

I wrote the story of how we died; did Shakespeare take you first just to spite me? There was no heaven or earth just the myth of fate. I know I will write about us, the way we met, the long full looks, the playful smiles, the forbidden kisses, our tragic downfall. The letter I wrote of our ever dying love, the reply that never came. Our fate wasn’t kind; we both knew that, we knew it would be difficult. We were against two different worlds, against ourselves. We were against the gods, the prophecy. As kids we were told our love could overcome anything. Our history would be repeated, it would be for centuries. We will be remembered as the lovers who overcame fate but at the cost of themselves.

I hope history will tell her I’m sorry for all the things I could not do, for all the things I never said.

– but i guess somethings are better left unsaid, but you were everything to me then.//t.c