It gave me more than a tragedy

It intrigues me; time.
It's the main reason why I'm still writing and the reason why I haven't deleted this nonsense just yet. It's messed up but I kind of see some beauty in it, in this tragedy.
To want something you can't have, that's a real tragedy.
Still time....it gave me something.
Something I don't want to let go.
Someone to fight for.
Someone that gives me time.

It doesn't matters

Because only you matter.

I cannot hide

I feel like I can't even hide it anymore, at least from me.
Time keeps passing and with it goes my sense of stability and my ability to contain whatever feelings I am developing. Question is, do I want to contain them?
What will happen if I keep with the pretending?
I still am counting time.
The time that's left until I see the real deal.
And I don't have much time to count. But for him I keep track.

Time had us

We needed time.
I needed time. I still need it.
I thought we had time.
But time had us.