The Acosmist
I knew you were going to break my heart from the very beginning.
You felt like a dream because it was serendipity.
The more I got to know you, I saw you as kalon.
Beauty that's more than skin deep.
You told me, "you choose who you fall in love with."
Did you choose to fall in love with me?
You are a person who believes nothing exists.
An acosmist.
When I confessed my love for you I was eumoirous.
The thing is the phobia of losing someone comes with being in love.
That day came, you desisted us.
I lost you.
Leaving me to become a metanoia.
Maybe one day we will experience reconciliation.
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