"We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary."
You’re hurt because it was temporary—
of fucking course it was temporary.
No lover knows the meaning of forever
when they press it against the seam of your lips—
that’s not the point.
That isn’t what matters.
What matters is they wanted it:
Right in that moment, they wanted you
for the rest of their life,
every atom in their being,
they vibrated with it—
with how much they believed it could be true.
That’s what matters.
Of course it ended.
We’re infants taking shots at eternity
and yet we exist for barely a blink
in the fabric of time.
Of course it was temporary.
Everything is temporary.
It’s not meaningless
Even if only once.
Even if not forever.
Even if forever
is something we’re never
going to get.