The Truth

#day30advent

The truth is...

I will never be part of your story.

My name will never be written within your contemplative lines.

I'm not worth it; not to you.

Even if you wanted to.

Even if you wanted me.

We will never be.

The feeling of your lips against mine is now only a dream.

The sensation of your fingers running through my hair, is now a blurry fabrication.

The warmth from your now absent presence feels more like inhospitable chill.

The truth is...

I know It's better to know now, rather then to drag out any forgery further.

Yet, I still feel this secret desire for you.

This need that can only be met by your sincerity.

This craving that can only be satisfied by your unique tender touch.

Leaving me to wonder if you feel the same.

If you believe the same.

Deep down I know the truth...

Which is that I wasn't meant to be part of your story.

The purpose of us ever knowing eachothers souls had no secret meaning or purpose.

It couldn't have...

I was never meant to be part of your narrative.

And now...

I will have to unwrite you from mine.

Try to forget, and never look into the obvious eraser markings on the pages of my life

That is the truth.

Though the veracity of this fact makes my eyes damp and my heart hollow, I still wish only the best for you.

Even if the best was never me.

Even if I wished I was.

That's the truth.

(Image is not mine)