{"sf1_id":1173289,"sf2_id":"r177klN1","title":"Nonexistent","author":"DrianaLeSouris","words":563,"posted_at":"2017-04-19T08:38:00.000Z","tags":["Heartbreak","History","Love","broken heart","dedication","she","time"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173289-nonexistent","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r177klN1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7d/43/7d4358e2-dc83-4a02-acf0-b62b1d04a692","description":"#5 of Poetry\n\nWritten for Mr. Psycho","content":"Time used to be nonexistent.\u0026nbsp;  \nUntil the tick tock became louder every minute.  \nI used to think I would never settle.\u0026nbsp;  \nYet, here I was waking up every day by your side.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were never going to be the hardest.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were never going to be the thoughts that drowned us.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were never going to be the ones that hurt the most.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTime used to be circular.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be nonexistent.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime has become linear.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe tick tock became louder every passing minute.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think I wouldn't beg.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I'm here on my knees..\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging..\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging once more.\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging to know.. If you really ever cared.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think I would never settle.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never find that one perfect girl.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never stop waking up every day by your side.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never be so foolish to lose you to them games.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTime used to be a factor in silence.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be silence in the dark.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be darkness in the empty hole.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be so promising but now I have a missing heart.  \n  \n  \nTime used to be nonexistent.\u0026nbsp;  \nUntil the tick tock became louder every minute.  \nI used to think I would never settle.\u0026nbsp;  \nYet, here I was waking up every day without your smile.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nCan we stay here, you and I?\u0026nbsp;  \nCan we stay here in frozen time?  \nCan we stay here if we rewind the time?\u0026nbsp;  \nCan we stay here, you and I?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think I would never reach over and find an empty bed.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never walk into an empty house.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never call your name and get no answer.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think I would never walk around to find my missing heart.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTime used to be a factor in silence.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be silence in the dark.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be darkness in what I thought was love.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be the key to my heart.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were going to be our final moments.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were going to be what stop the world.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were going to be memories we shared.\u0026nbsp;  \nI used to think the nights we laid there, were going to be you and I.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTime used to be circular.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime used to be nonexistent.\u0026nbsp;  \nTime has become linear.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe tick tock became draining every passing minute.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI used to think I wouldn't beg.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I'm here on my knees..\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging..\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging once more.\u0026nbsp;  \nBegging to know.. If you will ever return?  \n  \n  \nCan I just see you one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \nCan I game with you one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \nCan I call you one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \nCan I ask you to come home one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nNow the time has passed and I no longer care.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow the time has passed and I no longer beg.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow the time has passed and I no longer ask for you.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow the time has passed and I still mend my heart.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173288-walking-away.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1174433-dreamy-waterfall.json"}}