It’s odd to think anything has ever happened.
The places i’ve lived and people i’ve met; all happy accidents.
The hearts i’ve mended and broken; purely circumstantial.
The guilt is always mine-
but the smile is yours.
Amongst the books i’ve read-
and the diaries i’ve shredded-
there is a silhouette of someone 5”9.
What do you say when you’re not enough to make someone stay? What do you do when you meet the love of your life and realize it’s all about timing? How do you accept that no matter how perfect you are for each other, circumstances get in the way? How do you compete with that kind of fate?
Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.