64 lines. L.S.D (loved so deeply)

the opportunity keeps eludin’ me continuously,

a eulogy of ruined dreams dissolvin’ me acoustically,

stars stitched in crooked scripts across celestial uncertainty,

carvin’ fractures through our fate like astral surgery internally.

behold the divine design where dimensions drift and fracture,

spirits split through prismed light in time’s collapsing chapter.

you held onto every “what if” like it meant survival,

while reality rewrote our names into forgotten cycles.

inside recursive paradigms where lost time breeds repetition,

every memory a prison in a looped-out soft condition.

the connection was reflection from a wreckage-born illusion,

a spectral-fed deception wrapped in cosmic distribution.

i mapped the sky to find the scars where we were meant to merge,

but the universe rerouted every line inside the surge.

parallel existences erased by silent interference,

love reduced to distant echoes through celestial coherence.

but fate glitched.

the gate split.

and timelines fractured different.

now i’m conversin’ with the remnants in a grey-lit system.

chemistry with ghosts that linger in emotional detention,

where every thought repeats itself in broken comprehension.

i replay timelines like echoes trapped in fading cassette decay,

your voice still hauntin’ every chamber that my chest displays.

the prospect of your presence turned to pressure and distortion,

a phantom coded in the fabric of a dream I couldn’t portion.

me and you was a maybe but the stars shifted evasive,

now i’m drivin’ through infinity where everything’s invasive.

romantic connections became distant reflected versions,

from alternate realities where we made correct convergences.

i missed the chance while planets bent beyond perception’s reach,

now I drift through all the “could’ve been” that time forgot to teach.

the burden of comparison tears seams inside the spirit,

every road I travel folds your silhouette near it.

the union collapsed beautifully — symmetry turned mutiny,

fate once sang in harmony, now moves in dissonant immunity.

still I channel broken stress into blessings in disguise,

while constellations spell my name then erase it from the skies.

timelines frayin’ at the edges of a fractured written fate,

cherished “maybes” now the gravestones of what I couldn’t create.

your absence hangs above my thoughts like storms in silent orbit,

a cosmic weight I learned to wear but never could distort it.

a catastrophe of silence coded deep within my marrow,

turnin’ every hopeful sunrise into something far more narrow.

i’m haunted by the possibility we never reached ascension,

every sentence I release feels suspended in tension.

a flamboyant flow from a soul that never found its grounding,

still writin’ love inside a void where time keeps echo-drowning.

now i speak through static drift of collapsed dimensional layering,

your silhouette still flickers in fragments I keep praying in.

the stars never hated us — they only changed alignment,

leavin’ me to translate heartbreak into sacred assignment.

i drift through midnight corridors of fractured recollection,

where every thought becomes a vault of your exact reflection.

my pen bleeds supernovas, solar grief and shattered aeons,

while lonely constellations fade like stories no one leans on.

the windshield catches moonlight like liquid silver sorrow,

each road dissolves into the shape of never-birthed tomorrows.

forever folded in a moment’s breathless slow extinction,

turnin’ pain into precision — lyrical reconstruction.

so if another universe exists beyond perception’s prison,

let there be a version of us untouched by this collision.

cause here the opportunity became a ghost I can’t recover,

just stars in my lungs, scars in my tongue, and poems for no lover.