“Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to
And love leaves exactly when love must”
it makes me believe in destiny
and i know
I know it makes no logical sense
no empirical data to support it’s non-hypothetical presence
But I want to believe that there’s more than what’s in my power
to hurt, to change, to cause hurt.
That destiny, fate, it controls it,
that love had to leave when it did
and I didn’t push it away.
That there is nothing wrong …
with me..
That I wasn’t wrong, not the piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit…
That it was the puzzle itself, that had the space
of the wrong size.
Maybe it is the inevitable, that tears must hurt as much
as the pain that caused it.
Love lost, I fear for it,
and burn for every memory that reminds me,
of that girl who took it all away.
like toothpaste squeezed out the cream of my centre,
every dream, of her being a princess,
and me a loyal ninja,
in the dark,
now…left in the dark.
Please, let the invisible take responsibility
for then it would be certainty
that a real princess exists for me, in reality.
That she’ll arrive, definitely.
That love will arrive,
and not leave me waiting
to finally realize that I must love myself.
I fear that I’ll live a life wasted,
simply waiting for something that isn’t possible,
that probability and statistics prove
that I have a 1 in a million chance of finding true love,
and 999,999 chances of dying alone,
that the world is science and quantified and scary,
and dark and dingy and deceiving and cruel,
that disappointment is an emotion,
as much as hope.
That when in this dark cave,
there is almost no chance of magic rope.
Like a tamed horse set free,
I’ll neigh out loud, and gallop,
jump over the fences that constrict my senses,
So everything I see, doesn’t burn my eyes,
So many words, so many of them lies.
“Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to
And love leaves exactly when love must”
That destiny, fate, it controls it,
that love had to leave when it did
and I didn’t push it away.
That there is nothing wrong …
with me..
Wait.
Is that. Rain.. Outside.
Damn.
It’s rain.
It’s actually raining.
Pouring cats dogs,
breeding those annoying frogs,
sunshine, take a break.
rain can cure the worst of heartbreak,
let it,
wash away,
wash you away,
wash you away,
today.
Meliora 