By Vrischika Kotak
don’t get me wrong, i could’ve loved you in another life, i think that maybe i did. i think that maybe we did get things right, that maybe we slow danced in the rain at midnight and we ran through sunflower fields in broad daylight. i loved you in another life because i cannot love you in this one.
right now, i want to leave, i’ve known you for a thousand years, and yet somehow, you only feel as close as a stranger i met at a coffee shop. my heart feels heavy on this cold november night , there are a million voices piercing my mind and i have never felt more empty inside. i am leaving because i am tired of trying, of thinking of what could’ve been. i cannot love you without my sadness and i do not know how to love you without leaving (i'm sorry).
By Vrischika Kotak
"i cannot love you without my sadness and i do not know how to love you without leaving (i'm sorry)." truly an exquisite type of pain, it's the pain of all the things that were and all the things that could have been and all the things that unfortunately are.
you ever want to yearn, just read this piece and you'll be melting into a pool of things that could be