dear saturn,
it's embarrassing how much i think about you. how much i care. how much i love. how much i talk about you to other people.
how i stare at your photo on my phone, smiling down at you in admiration of your consummate features.
how i play back our conversations in my mind like a videotape and laugh at your idiotic but lighthearted humor.
and i know you'll never reciprocate those feelings. but that's okay. i'll smile at you the same, knowing you'll find someone better.
i will have to love you from a distance. just like i always have. just how the sun loves the moon. i will love you from a distance.
even if that distance may be a thousand miles; no road, river, valley, or mountain could interfere with my feelings for you.
it is a distance i soon hope will cease eventually, but until then i will be here, caring and supporting you from afar.
it's embarrassing how much i think about you. how much i care. how much i love. how much i talk about you to other people.
how i stare at your photo on my phone, smiling down at you in admiration of your consummate features.
how i play back our conversations in my mind like a videotape and laugh at your idiotic but lighthearted humor.
and i know you'll never reciprocate those feelings. but that's okay. i'll smile at you the same, knowing you'll find someone better.
i will have to love you from a distance. just like i always have. just how the sun loves the moon. i will love you from a distance.
even if that distance may be a thousand miles; no road, river, valley, or mountain could interfere with my feelings for you.
it is a distance i soon hope will cease eventually, but until then i will be here, caring and supporting you from afar.
Dear saturn,
my hands are trembling, my whole body is frozen and internally im screaming "help" but idk whom to approach for help. i want to end my life just right now, but i cant to that, that would not be right. idk what the fuck is this feeling rn, i want to cry, cry a lot. i want to run away, from everyone and never face them again. i would prefer to die than facing this feeling over and over again. no one would understand, nobody. i dont want to face it alone, please. i want to hide, forever, and never return. my heart is very heavy, my chest is shrinking and it aches. i would have cut myself open by now, i'd have sliced my wrist with my pen or the blade by now but i dont want to do that, that'd be of no help. i cant do that, please don't let me do that. i am trying to think rationally. i need help. please help me saturn, please.
my hands are trembling, my whole body is frozen and internally im screaming "help" but idk whom to approach for help. i want to end my life just right now, but i cant to that, that would not be right. idk what the fuck is this feeling rn, i want to cry, cry a lot. i want to run away, from everyone and never face them again. i would prefer to die than facing this feeling over and over again. no one would understand, nobody. i dont want to face it alone, please. i want to hide, forever, and never return. my heart is very heavy, my chest is shrinking and it aches. i would have cut myself open by now, i'd have sliced my wrist with my pen or the blade by now but i dont want to do that, that'd be of no help. i cant do that, please don't let me do that. i am trying to think rationally. i need help. please help me saturn, please.
Ab teri shikayat kis se karien
Har shakhs ko kaha tha tujhse behtar koi nahi
Har shakhs ko kaha tha tujhse behtar koi nahi
Dear Saturn,
You wrote poems for me. I used to think it was just because you loved writing poetry, and mentioning me was as common as anything.
Today, I tried writing a poem about you. I spent hours with a piece of paper, thinking of you, recalling every little moment we spent together, every detail of your eyes and lips, and the emotions I felt when we were together. As I wrote about how much I love you and how my heart shrinks in your absence, I was overwhelmed and excited to show it to you, until i realised
how you wrote those poems for me, and how I didn’t even bother to read them, my excitement vanished away. I never realized how deeply in love you were with me, or how much effort it took to turn your emotions into poetry, until I tried it myself.
I’m sorry, my love. Come back. I wrote a poem for you
You wrote poems for me. I used to think it was just because you loved writing poetry, and mentioning me was as common as anything.
Today, I tried writing a poem about you. I spent hours with a piece of paper, thinking of you, recalling every little moment we spent together, every detail of your eyes and lips, and the emotions I felt when we were together. As I wrote about how much I love you and how my heart shrinks in your absence, I was overwhelmed and excited to show it to you, until i realised
how you wrote those poems for me, and how I didn’t even bother to read them, my excitement vanished away. I never realized how deeply in love you were with me, or how much effort it took to turn your emotions into poetry, until I tried it myself.
I’m sorry, my love. Come back. I wrote a poem for you