I didn’t say it enough, those three words.
I never told you how I felt about you, my love.
I never said:
i love you.
i’m in love with you.
all i wanted was you.
So I wrote it all down, here in these pages.
Waiting for you to find them.
And god I hope you find them…
one day.
–i’m in love with you, now i’ve said it.
you fell in love with a boy,
a half god, half human,
he became half of your soul,
as the poet said
he was made to be a weapon.
never to know peace,
only war and bloodshed
to appease the gods
but you loved him
and that was enough.
you hoped it would be enough.
enough to think that a love
like yours could save him,
even though the battle
raged on in his head
and tore at his heart
until there was nothing left.
wars came,
battles won
labours lost
but you still had him
and that was all that mattered.
after everything we did,
everything we became
the epilogue would read
as a tragedy.
somewhere down the line
the gods sealed our fate,
our end,
our story became a tale of woe,
only history would forget
about our undying love,
but darling how they would remember you.
our story became
a tragedy,
but
you and i my love,
would always find each other
defying heaven and hell
just to hold you again,
to find the other half of my heart.
so until then my darling,
i’ll be here
waiting
for you.
– i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
I hope there are different universes out there. One’s where I made different choices, chose different paths. Told different stories, that weren’t filled with such heartache. A universe in which I am with you, one where we are together, and we’re happy. One where we haven’t been separated by fate made to walk down different paths, forced into making different choices, choosing other people instead of each other.
Somewhere I believe that we’re happy, in another universe my darling, another lifetime, a distant story.
–my heart still breaks for every story in which we don’t end up together.
In this story you are not Patroclus and I Achilles. Our end would not be one for history to turn us into a mere tragedy, one where you had the courage that I did not. This is not the story where I hold your lifeless body to my now un-beating heart.
In this story we don’t lose each other because of my fate, to a war we cannot win, to the likely hood of death. Death cannot touch us because in this story I choose you over glory, my mothers wishes, over everything else the gods had planned for me.
In this story our love prevails, and we end up happy.
–name one hero who was happy.. you can’t.
I looked at you, and you at me. Our eyes met and I remembered the past that we had, the love we shared. That our story ended years ago now.
I felt like I was back at the beginning of our story, and our story was not bound in dust, forgotten, pushed right back into the bookcase, left to never be open again.
In that moment I wished I could go back in time, back to that moment in which I told you that I hadn’t got the courage you had, to the moment I told you that I did not love you, the moment I broke my heart.
I wish we met five years later, I wish you met me when I knew what I wanted, not when I was eighteen. But I guess some stories are better left untouched, we just had bad timing my love. But my god, if we loved again I swear I’d love you right.
-it was just bad timing
darling there was so many things
i wanted to say to you,
those things i never said when i had the chance.
all the words left unspoken,
all these confessions of a lost love
never to find peace amongst these pages.
nor to find solace in your arms,
or heaven on your lips.
i know we couldn’t be together in this world,
nor at this time
this place.
fate was never on our side.
you belonged to her,
and i would always belong to you
but
we could never belong to each other,
never at the same time.
so i hope
if other universe exist,
somewhere out there
if the fates allow
we chose each other,
and we end up happy.
– in another place, in another time what could we have been?
I can’t want this anymore,
I can’t want you anymore.
I don’t want to write about the possibility of us when
I know this isn’t a story of you and me.
It never was.
It never will be.
I need to find a new love,
someone I can love,
someone who will love me.
That will be the story,
the one I want to write.
– i want to write a different story, one where the hero ends up happy.
you will always be an almost.
something that never was.
we were just a dream.
a perfect heartbreaking dream.
maybe that dream will become a story,
one day.
maybe in that story we’ll be something
more than an almost.
something that will withstand the test of time.
maybe someday,
maybe we’ll always be a dream
i had.
but i know
we had something,
there was something,
maybe it was love.
maybe it wasn’t.
but in this life,
we’ll always be an almost love.
– this dream was always playing round my head, you were always in my heart.
You know you can’t have her. She’s not yours to have. But she fascinates you. I think it’s because she knows her worth. She knows she is beautiful, she knows her smile lights up rooms. She knows she can make you fall in love. You want a girl you can’t have, and that will kill you. She’s the girl you read poems about, the girl who will set you on fire to keep herself warm, yet you won’t mind. She is the poison in your blood; she will stop your heart. This girl seems to have everything, yet she hasn’t got something that you have, she doesn’t love herself. She has no hope. But you will love her anyway in spite of everything she will put you through. She is your downfall, your greatest destruction. Her hearts vacant and your ‘I love yous’ don’t work because sometimes loves not enough and words don’t work. And there’s no way you can turn a tragedy like her into poetry.
– perhaps the most tragic fate of all is to fall in love and to be punished for it.
It was the fatal flaw
all of
humanity possessed,
to love
and be loved.
My fatal flaw was you,
my love.
all i wanted was you.
I would’ve
blindly followed you
to the ends of the earth,
come heaven and hell
because i loved you.
But like gods do,
you could never loved a
mere mortal
like me
without fear of a tragedy.
you were golden like the sun,
and i the moon,
dark and unforgiving.
with a heart that was breaking,
just to feel the warmth of your love.
– you could not have loved a god and expected anything less than a tragedy.
tash writes 