Attachments

Somebody on my mind, not meant to happen. I smile, it’s dangerous. Don’t fall my dear. The altitude is far too deep to handle. The damage is far too deep to be healed. Fuck your infatuations, fuck your crushes, fuck your momentary physical attraction. When you love somebody for what they are, and it’s wrong, it is a catastrophe. Your soul is washed in regret. Because it isn’t a ‘phase’ to pass it away. It isn’t an attraction to wash it away.

When you realize you’ve loved somebody, you’re not the you, that can go through anything. You set terms. You prioritize emotions. You are a pinch away from hurt. And that hurt is something that’ll haunt you for a lifetime.

Lost in curves, you’ll get over what they look like. People are an eye candy. Easy to digest. Love is heavy. Very subjective yet relevantly very deep. It isn’t in your hands, nor in your will. It happens. And you can’t stop it. When you look beyond the face and the body, you love a soul for what it is.

It’s purity. Its self is soothing your being. And if the souls aren’t meant to be in the first place, the feeling stabs you all day long. You’ll never heal. Time only heals scars. Time won’t heal the truth. Past and today will be wiped in the time. But what’s felt subconsciously shall never die.

Affection never dies.

You may perish.

Your soul lives eternities.