it feels as though we are all doomed
to roam our own orbits. in light of noon
we stand solitary in the chill of
wishing for kindness, hoping for love.
but planets prefer to be alone
and distance grows where others don't.
because, deep down, we're so afraid
of losing these pretty things we made
in the dark of thoughts. we cultivated
with hearts a-beating, our breath bated.
so maybe, we shouldn't feel so sad
when others say they would be glad
if they could never speak to us again -
it's because they can't handle the pain
of letting go of precious humanity.
they'd rather choose an eternity
of loneliness, if it meant that then they
would never feel the ache of decay
of connections, that sadly, will fade.
no, they'd rather sit and await
their own end than have to go through
the mourning that follows in losing you.
(just know that in my head, it's worth
losing you, if it meant on this earth
i was allowed a moment of your time...).