Regrets
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It does not even matter how often I tell myself that I was born for you, and only for you, because I can never fail to remember the painful truth that my lips has never met yours. It is excruciating to always be reminded that with my filthy hands, I will not in a hundred years be rightful to even feel your skin. That the blood from my claws can never be erased. That I am unworthy of your touch. That these eyes saw you in a way you will never, ever see me.
To want and not have.
To watch you be claimed by someone else.
To endure the suffocating silence for the sake of your happiness.
All I could ever do is look at you from afar in a miserable attempt to console myself.
Hiding, always hiding.
Like the golden days taken away from the hopeless and waiting, and was given freely to those ungrateful and greedy monsters. Never would he realize just how precious you are nor would he ever recognize your true worth.
And yet, I stay, as if life did not present me with the boundless possibilities of you being perfectly made for someone else, and I…well, made solely for the earth, bound to roam its lands forever while I watch your form slowly withering over time, devoured by the land, only to leave no traces of the way I would have kissed you if you only knew how everything could be in my arms.
If only.
word count: 252
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Random random musings.
Might take this down in the morning.
Good night
-june
p.s
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