Lover, You Should've Come Over (23/05/25)

 Lover, You Should've Come Over

23 May 2025

Romance is already dead. No love letters, nor yearnings.

Just wandering eyes, as lust rushes in.

Romance is already dead. No commitment, only detachment.

Modernity ruined us, turning purity into illusion.

And maybe my fragility, wondering what it feels like to be longed for.

Just like Kafka, would turn a knife inside himself. Not hunger, but sacrifice.

And maybe my instability, wondering what it feels like to be loved.
Just like Dostoevsky, would accept the destined, perhaps as a punishment. Not used, but suffered.

And maybe my insecurity, wondering what it feels like to be truly seen.
Just like Nietzsche, would be willing to nothingness. Not craving, but soul-devouring.

Must I always keep dreaming of being someone's destiny?
Must I always keep seeking to be someone's aim?

Or else, I might be too naive.

Or else, I might be too repressive.

It all leads to exploitation,

And my soul drifts toward abolition.

Roaming far away,

Wishing a soul pays the preacher, save me in some way.

And it's never over, 
My kingdom for a kiss upon somebody's shoulder.
And it's never over,
My blood for the sweetness in somebody's laughter.
And it's never over,
The tears would hang inside my soul forever.

Lover, you should've come over.

play the song above while reading the poem

(written by J on 23/05/25)