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Like charges repelling

Roses are either

Red or yellow

Fate may favor

Me and you

In another world

In another dimension

Perhaps we own love

In this universe however

We seem to be floating

Oh farther away

We're like charges

Painfully repelling

Can we alter the course

Of our winding destiny?

For I am a firm believer

That if violets are blue

Then my love, this heart

Is surely made for you

-Stormykatie

I hope one day you'll get tired from running ceaselessly in my mind.

Stormykatie

Bless the apple that paved way for gravity to be apparent to Isaac;

Tell me which witch shall I invoke to have such a luck?

Stormykatie

My heart died that day. I didn't know hearts could actually die until I started feeling mine slip away into another dimension; somewhere cold, somewhere dark, somewhere there's no you. All our memories tumbled down like tears rolling themselves into oblivion. Those long conversations finally reached a dead end; turned themselves around and started marching back to the lips that breathed life to them.

I felt it all. How our eyes stopped exchanging warm gazes. How we suddenly shunned each other's call. How love departed from my system like a soul leaving its earthly form. Not that all of these matter now that I have turned dark and cold. But there are certain points in time and space, some worthy coordinates that remind me of everything. Sometimes it all comes back to me. The love, the you, the time we left behind.

I am sorry I have to die that way. That I have to choose freedom over you. That I have to choose power over you. They say "Love is never real. There's no such thing in nature. Humans invented it, a spell for their females to indulge themselves with when they can't have power." Everything is a concept. The euphoria, the maddening twists of emotions- all of these are concepts. None of which are lasting. So I let my heart wither away like a plant. You held it tight before it died, squeezed it so hard that all your claw marks were etched on it, a beautiful proof that in spite of yourself, you never really wanted to let go.

I am looking at these marks now as I ponder on the daunting serenity of this new dimension where I loiter like a lost soul. They say love doesn't exist. I've been told so many times that there's no such thing in nature. But while I create new memories with myself, waves of emotions so strong come back to me. Like ropes, they bind me to the you I try so hard to forget. I am always trapped between the pangs of forgetting and remembering. My mind, no matter how I confine it within my control, it always wander back to where I came from. To the place where I left all the memories of you.

Sometimes I want to come back. However my love, I cannot. For the heart that gave life to my universe died that day. That day when you were too proud to look me in the eye and say it's over. Well, you didn't really have to. I felt it when you leaned to kiss me for the last time. Your lips, oh love your lips was nothing but a cold and dead and numb flesh touching my slowly desolating soul.

-Back to where I came from,

Katie, 23:15

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@littlest-meerkat

I catch the first drop of rain on my palm and imagine how much you waited for it. You told me you wanna fall in love before the first rain of November. It's been raining for weeks now, my love. And every drop reminds me of the reasons why you had to wait for this season, to fall in love. And though I exhaust my wit trying to get the wisdom behind it, I don't understand. I can't understand. Why did you wait? And why did the rain come too late? Too late for you to feel it glide on you face. Too late for you to catch it on your palm. You know, sometimes I try to question Cupid. Why? Why you? Why me? Why in the universe did we have to wait? If he has a conscience, why did he allow us to wait this long? Now you're gone and the sky just won't stop raining. And I still don't get it. My world may be flooded soon and I will still be here trying to unravel the wisdom behind the course of waiting you chose to thread when you could have just fell in love with me. I wish I could have just ignored your "first rain fantasy" and fell in love with you while I had the chance.

-Waited for the first rain to fall in love

Katie, 24:30