I Am What I Have Left, And I Am Stronger For It, If A Bit Distant
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Others might forget you, misplacing my previous affections to those whom I spent time publicly than in private. But I remember, and every once and a while I see you again and am struck dumb by your beauty. Thankfully, the wound was short, and will heal well enough. But you cut me to the quick, my lovely, true and deep. The person you presented to me, the person who you wanted to be while with me, was intoxicating. You were happy and honestly, truly, wanted me to be happy to. We fucked like bunnies and I said I love you faster than I've ever said it to anyone. You said it back, and I dreamt of children and a life. But, constancy is not your strong point, and you saw where our life lead, and left me. Never to return. I wept for weeks, the loss was so terrible. And, the real pity of it was, I found my myself in her who would be my deepest loss right after I had lost you. I suppose that was it, one by one, like dominoes of my heart, I gave it all. I wonder how those who are around me now can accept the trifling I have left to offer. Because the rest is ashes and dust in my mouth, coughed up from the barrens of my chest.
It's strange, though, I'm not sad. Just... wistful and fanciful.
Currently Listening: Beirut - The Gulag Orkestar
Written On: Home Computer