Fool to believe in “happy-ever-after-endings”.
I was so eager to fall, to take the leap,
To unleash the chain of fear that once bound my reasoning,
Craving to experience all the wonders and joys of being in love…
The warmth that goes with his kisses and caresses.
Yes I was a fool to believe in its inconceivable spell,
Like he was the spark in my eyes, the magic I pined for to feel.
I got lost… so lost in my dreams while searching for a pot of gold,
But luck seems distant – a hard catch like his heart.
I was a fool to believe that I belong to him,
That he had my thoughts in the palm of his hand,
I stumbled upon his wits yet I know he’s someone I can never be with,
And this love is a tricky game…
Someone has to lose… yes, I was ready for it.
He was the comfort I tried to chase but nothing can hold him back.
I remember those times I called myself a fool…
For finding a star in the sky that would fit his smile,
For learning a language that would complete this poem,
For wandering in a place hoping he would save me.
This is the darkest side of love, pushing us to make poor choices,
One that leaves a permanent scar.
And in this tricky game, someone’s heart bleeds to death…
Surely not him,
As I’m always the one who loves more.
(c) Quirkyshine ❤❤❤