i opened my instagram today and i started mindlessly tapping away, looking through these stranger’s stories, wondering
when mine began, when i became
so lucky to love and be loved
back by someone who cares
if i live or die or if i come
back home tonight,
to hug her tight
and whisper
in her ear
that i’m
here
and
then i
saw that
it was her
birthday, she
who told me years
ago, when i was so in
love with the unattainable
that she loved them too and
they went on a couple of dates
and they were so obsessed with
each other and i felt like dying on
the spot because i loved them more
and she was dumb and childish and not what they needed and not as good
as i could be for them and they
still did not see how great i
was because we were just
friends and she was so
much more, but it all
turned out fine or
so i thought at
that time ‘cus
in the end, i
was theirs
once.
now,
i do not
care, we
are not in
love with each
other anymore
and i am so much
happier with her and
i could not ask for more
because i spent so much
time dwelling on something
that could never be what it was
supposed to be, but i felt empty
when i saw on instagram that she
is happy and she is having a sweet 16
Deathless Mortality 