Connections Can Become An Awful Tragedy

Laiba

Maybe in our next lives we can be butterflies
Who dance in gardens of flowers
Or birds who soar through the sky
We tell eachother ever since we were kids
that we would be friends forever
As any other kid

Overtime we realize that forever doesn’t truly exist
But I will love you forever
Even if it doesn’t exist
Because I don’t want this to end

I will forever fight the fate that drives us apart
Because even from the start
I knew you would fill a gap in my heart

If not soulmates then what are we?
Perhaps platonic soulmates
Bound by the sky in which birds fly

Either way I’ll stay by your side forever
Even if it doesn’t exist

Ruby

I see you at your desk from day to day
Sometimes your writing
Sometimes your drawing
Sometimes your reading
But most of the time your playing video games

I don’t like your video games
But I do like laying on your keyboard
Or your desk
Especially to distract you
I will even wave my tail in your face

Minecraft is my favorite,
You even have a cat named after me
I like your cat in Minecraft
But I hope you like me better

I like Valorant too,
I like sitting in front of your screen
Perhaps your bad aim is because of me

No I think you’re just bad
I love you though
Even if you’re bad at video games

Garden of Humans

We see fields of flowers
And never question their beauty
Even despite their differences

Even in different shades and colors
Or the shape of their petals
They’re all beautiful to the human eye

But why not humans?
Even though we’re like flowers
We are all different yet we’re judged relentlessly

I think we are all like flowers
We bloom, and grow in our own way

Maybe we should start to view each other as beautiful
Even despite our differences
Just like flowers

Letter to a Lover

Angela,

You’ve kept me awake at night in fear of your safety. I recall the first light that brought us together, and I realize that light will inevitably kill us.

I wonder when you’ll learn that you could change your destiny, it doesn’t have to be like this.

I’m left to wonder,
Will the light that brought us together let us leave together?
Will the light let me die by your side?

You leaped from crumbling cities to protect me, but somehow I’ve always felt that you were the one in need of protection.

You told me once that everything happens for a reason, now I wonder; did you create that light or was it fate that brought us together? I think we did meet for a reason, but for what reason?

You tell me you’ll always do what's best for me, I didn’t think that meant you’d put yourself on the frontlines to protect me.
I fear that one day you’ll die in an attempt to save me.

But what am I supposed to do without you? I think we both fear having to continue living in this world without one another.

In a kinder world, I would hope to die in your arms.

-Sincerely, Valentina

I'm Sorry

Valentina,

I believe it was fate that brought us together, unfortunately I don’t believe I have the power that can bring people together.

I’ve always believed the idea that I am cursed, somehow no one ever seems to stay for too long. It spiraled me into a depression, now I am left only to wonder if I was the reason they’re gone.

I put your safety before my own because I know I can die content if I know your beautiful soul is still roaming the world. I put my faith in you to create a world for the better, even if I’m not included in that world.

I think you have the power to thrive in this world without me, I want to stay by your side. But I know it is inevitable that we will have to separate eventually.

I’m sorry.

-Sincerely, Angela

Touch of The Frost

Winter,

You touch me in a way the heat of the summer cannot

When the summer approaches,
I am greeted by an underlying feeling
A craving, almost.
I never knew such a craving could exist for a season

I ache for the touch of the winter breeze
And the feeling of shivers crawling down my spine
Or the touch of the frozen snow

I find myself craving even the unfavorable parts of winter
Even the barren and frigid land
Maybe I remind myself of this season

Perhaps it is why I yearn for its presence