I.
Often, I would lie awake, just staring
at her. She was so beautiful, almost
radiant, amidst that deep façade of
seemingly unbreakable courage. Oh,
but I was the one to break her, find
some way through a shell so hardened
by fearless dignity. A whisper would
unravel her deliberate senses, so
intricate a song we sang; but a song
of names it was. Encompassing the fermata
of her voice with my own.so lyrically profound
a notion is love. Each moment I felt her back
pressed against me, I would sense the weight
of a thousand prophecies amassing in my
mind. Stillness flourished within us. She,
couldn't linger very long, reading my needs like
unwritten poetry on the paper of souls. She knew,
as well as I, that every beginning must have an end.
We felt, we bled together, every elusive second she traced
my subconscious with an invisible finger, leading
me away by a linen thread.to freedom.
She was within me, as I was within her. Now though,
I can faintly taste her ghost, as it murmurs me
into a trinity of emotions: loneliness, love,
and that art of letting go she taught me so well.
Je t'aime Trinity.toujours, Neo
II. He completed me. Balancing the unbalanced equations of life and death, somehow. I remember a time when we had achieved utter equilibrium in the art of deceiving inevitability. Once, I lent him my soundless breath; twice, he gave me life, drawn deep from the wells of impassioned silence. I spoke to him with my eyes, and he knew their language fluently. One word meant everything and nothing at all to us. Love, what blindness, what beautiful foolery it is, binding, with a silver chord, two souls together as one. Bond unbroken by what I'd give, what I knew I would do for him.die. To end my very being, I loved, I embodied his spirit in my own hands. He knew how to unleash a spell on my tongue, struck silent without incantation, nor curse. Of how I shed my fearlessness, and for one daring shard of eternity, I wanted, no.I needed to become vulnerable to him. My weakness, my greatest strength. Oh, forgive what destiny has given me. She knows not what she has done. But please, I beg him to cry for me only in his dreams. I need no elegy, no wavering requiem of unquenched pain. I only want him to remember how much I cherished what we shared.
Je t'aime Neo,.toujours, Trinity
Je t'aime Trinity.toujours, Neo
II. He completed me. Balancing the unbalanced equations of life and death, somehow. I remember a time when we had achieved utter equilibrium in the art of deceiving inevitability. Once, I lent him my soundless breath; twice, he gave me life, drawn deep from the wells of impassioned silence. I spoke to him with my eyes, and he knew their language fluently. One word meant everything and nothing at all to us. Love, what blindness, what beautiful foolery it is, binding, with a silver chord, two souls together as one. Bond unbroken by what I'd give, what I knew I would do for him.die. To end my very being, I loved, I embodied his spirit in my own hands. He knew how to unleash a spell on my tongue, struck silent without incantation, nor curse. Of how I shed my fearlessness, and for one daring shard of eternity, I wanted, no.I needed to become vulnerable to him. My weakness, my greatest strength. Oh, forgive what destiny has given me. She knows not what she has done. But please, I beg him to cry for me only in his dreams. I need no elegy, no wavering requiem of unquenched pain. I only want him to remember how much I cherished what we shared.
Je t'aime Neo,.toujours, Trinity