prettyboy

After months and months absent of dreams

Finally last night you came to me

Too many nights apart left an almost permanent scar

I became bitter and cynical

Then one day on the street our paths cross

And just like when they do in the waking world

Years of memories come pouring back

You ask to reconnect

I say okay.

In a coffee shop you ask a simple question

How have I been?

And at first maybe my words deceived you

But I know my forlorn eyes and shaking hands

Answered your inquiry honestly

And as much as I tried to remain stoic

Soon tears began to fall

And upon seeing the truth,

Your visage matched mine.

You said you know. You know.

As tears fell down your cheeks,

You know.

You say you’re sorry,

And that it’s been really hard for you too.

You miss me, and you regret everything that happened.

You wish it could be different.

And even though I always said there’d be no second chances,

Fuck it.

Let’s try it again. With more accountability and patience.

So we do,

And we’re happy.

We go back to your place,

Not the squalor and filth

Metaphorical of my well-being.

We wrapped ourselves within one another

After nights of familiar longing,

And our skin was finally one again.

Our souls, two but one, finally rejoined.

We made love,

Better than we had ever made before,

And after our human urges were satisfied

We just laid with one another.

Admiring each other,

Like we used to.

When I woke up, I still had your taste in my mouth.

I guess I’m not really over you yet.

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Tye Martinez

I’m at the point where I don’t even fantasize about romantic connections anymore because I know as soon as I’m done, reality will set in and I’ll remember that I’m very much alone and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. I wish I felt differently but idk after attempt and attempt at establishing a meaningful connection it just seems pointless. I wish things were different.

People are so complicated it’s almost not worth the energy to try to understand them

I’ve pretty much accepted that it will be a long time before I develop a meaningful relationship with another person/feel wanted.

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