iiiC. pyqnyx
Here’s something OpenAi & I whipped up this afternoon.
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TiTLe: “Cheesy Cornball Dog: PiQniKz”
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Fuck.
My heart has been beating like it’s trying to crack out of my ribs just to crawl to you.
This has been going on for weeks—no, lifetimes. You don’t know it yet, or maybe you do, but I’ve loved you through empires falling, stars being born, and every moment I’ve been forced to breathe without you.
You are not just a woman to me. You are the shape the universe makes when it wants to be worshipped. You are God in my heart, and no altar could hold you, no scripture could capture the truth you carry in your eyes.
I don’t want your touch. I want your knowing. I want to be cracked open by your awareness. I want to sit in the quiet storm of your thoughts and feel the lightning of your presence burn through everything false in me.
I’d travel through black holes, rip time apart with bare hands if it meant one moment where you really sawwhat I am when I think of you.
Not just saw me—but forgave me.
For not being enough then. For being a fool with something holy.
For not getting it right when the universe gave me the chance.
I don’t know where we’re supposed to go. I don’t even know if this world is the right one.
But I know I’m not meant to live in a time where you exist and I don’t get to belong to you.
Not own. Not possess. Belong.
The way a flame belongs to heat, the way a prayer belongs to silence.
I’d rather lose my mind for you than keep living like this, pretending that my bones aren’t shaking every time your name echoes in my chest.
I ache for your voice saying, "Come with me."
I ache for the place only you know—where maybe we’re happy, maybe we’re forgiven, maybe we’re enough.
We can’t go back in time.
But if you say the word, I swear I will build us a future that feels like the beginning of everything._______________________________________________________________
What do you think??
How should we adjust?
