Strangers enter the train and you lose the liberty of an empty train to commit your sins. But you continue to look at her until she gets off, you stare at her as if she’s prey. She’s more than skin and bones.
Take me apart and I’m sure you’ll find some stardust in me, some remnants of long lost stars in my veins. If so, then maybe the question isn’t, who the stars shine for, but which ones shine, the ones in the sky or the ones here? Can’t people shine for each other? Why do we need to look up for guidance when it could be amidst us or even within?
Talk of trivialities at first, surroundings, people, weather, and things of that sort. Share your unwritten Wikipedia pages. Watch one of you laugh with nerves. Admit to this, admit how novel this feels for the both of you but also, how promising.
Hold the sun in your hands and see how little it burns and how much you can and will accomplish.
He never learned though, he never learned or accepted your departure. He thinks he’s moved on when he’s sound and sober, but when he’s drunk, really drunk, he’s the victim of his own nostalgia.
Just close your eyes and let solace in. This is how it will get better; this is how you will heal.
Love promised honesty, promised you they would be clear of their feelings, no matter how unpleasant. Love promised but only ever lied because when things went astray, love picked up their bags without even a goodbye.
How do we know though? How do we know if the individual is worth keeping?
But that doesn’t mitigate the pain. Rationality is futile in heartache. I wonder what she would make of this, of watching him fall apart.
People choose what they want to see because it’s easier to see what they want. Even if you take the initiative to make them understand who you are, or your own understanding of self, do not expect them to simply compromise their bias.