The Never Novel by Irys

We were so ripe that summer, and I was so close to falling. You looked at me like I was already yours. I still wonder why that wasn't enough.

I guess I’ll take the crumbs you drop and call it a banquet because I’m that hungry.

I sit among the living, yet I am more dead than any buried man. They laugh and speak of small and careless things, and I nod as though I understand, but my mind is far away in a quieter time when I was not so alone. The world is full of voices, but none of them call my name as though it matters.

I often wonder what manner of man I would have become, had fate not bound me so young. However I dare not wonder long, should the answer prove some stranger better than myself.

July left with your name still on my lips. August will bury it deeper.

When I dream of you, I wake angry.

Give it everything. That is not what I am arguing against. Give it everything and let it take what it takes and cost what it costs. Just remain, somewhere underneath all of it, a person who exists independently of the outcome.

What I wish to say, before I go where you cannot follow me is that this going is easier, knowing you are the one who is staying to witness it.

But if the wolf sleeps at your door not to guard you from the world, but to keep the world from having you then the cage that loves you is still a cage.

Love is knowing the teeth are there, and closing your eyes anyway. For who among us will lie upon their deathbed and wish they had loved less. Who will count the scars and call them mistakes . Who will look back on the teeth that closed and say I should have run — not one, not ever. For the only thing we regret, in the end, is the love we turned from. The hand we did not reach for, the fangs we did not dare.

why cant you let your mom go?

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Every Excerpt is so peak and beautiful

My greatest fear wasn’t being unknown, it was being known and found to be as ordinary as I suspected.

My greatest fear wasn’t being unknown, it was being known and found to be as ordinary as I suspected.

You cannot save a ship that has already chosen its wreck. The sea and I have an old, old understanding.