Limitless
We Were Limitless... Until This World Faltered Beneath Us. Poetry on Lost Love, Destiny, and Heartbreak
We were destined to find each other
Our hearts were too much alike not to cross paths
Both barricaded behinds walls of mistrust and misunderstandings
Considered second-hand lovers or desirable but not worthy of commitment
By those who had pursued us
Yes
Our paths had been etched out across dark canvasses and moon lit skies
Names spelled out by shooting stars and far away planets
Which were the only things capable of containing the potential of us
We… were limitless
Bodies constantly connected by touch
Our lips never parted from one another
The touch of her skin on my own was combustible
We fucked without worries or concern
Explored the wonders of our minds whenever we were together
We were honest and forthcoming
Any and everything we wanted to be
She — was my comfort
And I — her understanding
Together we could withstand anything this world had to offer
Until this world took away what it could offer and faltered beneath us
Time and distance fought against us
Untold words described our ending
I was shut out
Cast aside
She was shielded by what was unseen by me
But I knew deep inside would someday happen
And I often wonder
Why —
Why did I have to turn my back on my destiny
Once more
From my lips to your ears…
AfterWORDS: Limitless
The Cosmic Setup
“Our paths had been etched out across dark canvasses and moon lit skies / Names spelled out by shooting starts and far away planets”
I’m setting this relationship in the cosmos, in destiny, in forces larger than us. This wasn’t random. We were meant to find each other. The universe wrote our names in stars. Planets aligned. This was fate.
That framing does important work. It establishes that we had wasn’t ordinary. It was rare. Special. The kind of connection most people spend lifetimes searching for and never find.
Which makes what comes later, the loss, even more devastating.
Second-Hand Lovers
“Considered second-hand lovers or desirable but not worthy of commitment / By those who had pursued us”
Before we found each other, we’d both been deemed “not quite enough” by other people. Desirable for the moment but not marriage material. Good for sex but not for building a life with. Second-hand. Used. Diminished.
That shared experience of being undervalued created instant recognition. We saw each other as whole when others had seen us as partial. We understood what it felt like to be wanted but not chosen.
And that understanding became the foundation. We weren’t each other’s second choice. We were each other’s first real choice. The people who finally saw our full worth.
The Limitless Belief
“We… wer limitless”
Past tense. That’s the first hint that this won’t end well.
But in the moment. In the time when we were together. We genuinely believed nothing could stop us. “Bodies constantly connected by touch / Our lips never parted from one another.” We were inseparable. Physically, emotionally, intellectually.
“We fucked without worries or concern / Explored the wonders of our minds whenever we were together”
The sex was uninhibited. The conversations were deep. We could be “any and everything we wanted to be” with each other. No performance. No pretense. Just us, fully ourselves, fully seen.
That’s what limitless felt like: freedom from all the constraints that normally bind us. No judgment. No fear. No limits on intimacy.
Comfort and Understanding
“She — was my comfort / And I — her understanding”
These aren’t the same thing, and that matters. She provided safety, ease, a place to rest. I provided comprehension, insight, someone who truly got her.
We weren’t identical. We were complementary. What I needed, she gave. What she needed, I gave. That balance is what made us work. Not sameness, but symmetry.
“Together we could withstand anything this world had to offer”
Notice: could. Conditional. We believed we could withstand anything. But that belief was tested.
The Faltering
“Until this world took away what it could offer and faltered beneath us”
This is the turn. The world that etched our paths across skies, that spelled our names in stars. That same world betrayed us. It set us up and then pulled the rug out.
“Time and distance fought against us”
The oldest enemies of love. You can have all the cosmic destiny in the world, but if you’re in different cities, different time zones, different life stages. Physics wins. Geography wins. Practicality wins.
And here’s the brutal truth: sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes wanting each other desperately, being perfect for each other, having limitless potential. None of that matters if the circumstances won’t allow it.
The Shutdown
“Untold words described our ending / I was shut out / Cast aside”
We didn’t talk it through. Things were left unsaid. And suddenly I was outside the walls again. The same walls of mistrust and misunderstanding that had protected us both before we found each other.
She rebuilt her walls. And this time, I was on the wrong side of them.
“She was shielded by what was unseen by me / But I knew deep inside would someday happen”
There were forces at work I couldn’t see. Maybe family pressure, maybe fear, maybe circumstances she couldn’t share. Something invisible to me but powerful enough to end us.
And the most painful part? I knew. Deep down, I always knew this was coming. The cosmic setup was too perfect. The limitless feeling was too good. Something was going to shatter it.
The Question That Haunts
“And I often wonder / Why — / Why did I have to turn my back on my destiny / Once more”
“Once more.” This has happened before. This isn’t the first time he’s lost something that felt like destiny. This is a pattern. Finding something meant to be, then having it taken away or having to walk away from it.
The question isn’t just “Why did I lose her?” It’s “Why does this keep happening to me? Why do I keep finding destiny and then having to abandon it?”
That “once more” turns this from a singular tragedy into an existential one. It’s not just about this relationship. It’s about a life where destiny keeps appearing and disappearing, where limitless keeps revealing its limits.
The Heartbreak In Poerotica
Most of my poems are about desire in the present tense. Wanting, having, exploring. But this? This is about desire in the past tense. About what happens after the limitless feeling ends. About mourning not just a person but a possibility.
Heartbreak belongs in Poerotica because desire doesn’t always lead to fulfillment. Sometimes it leads to loss. And that loss is as much a part of the erotic experience as the pleasure is.
We don’t just desire bodies. We desire connection, understanding, futures with people. And when those futures are taken away, the grief is profound.
Why “Limitless” Hurts
The title is devastating because it’s both true and false. They were limitless. In potential, in feeling, in what they could have been together. But they weren’t limitless in reality. They had limits. External ones. Practical ones. Insurmountable ones.
The gap between what could have been and what actually was. That’s where the heartbreak lives. In the space between limitless potential and limited reality.
Your Thoughts
Have you ever had something that felt cosmically meant to be but couldn’t survive the practical realities of life? How do you reconcile destiny with circumstances that won’t allow it?
Drop a comment. Let’s talk about the relationships we had to walk away from.
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